Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

My wolf leapt forward beside him, powerful legs pounding against the marble path as we tore away from the palace. The wind lashed against me as I ran—my paws pounding into the earth, the sharp, cold air slicing through my lungs with every breath. Trees twisted overhead, long and ancient, their leaves whispering secrets as we passed beneath them. Aaron’s horse galloped beside me, impossibly fast, the creature’s hooves never quite touching the ground. But no matter how far we pushed, how fast we moved, I couldn’t feel her. The bond—our bond—was gone. Ripped out. Severed.

Dante simply ordered me to continue handling the Northern Merchant Guild for the Fire clan despite the canceled marriage and to lend him the Wind clan's patrol. I read it and threw it into the fireplace. In my last life, I had treated every word from him as an obligation. This time, I found it absurd. I left Windvale with Mara and two guards and went straight to Duskhold. Before long, the Fire clan would hold the wedding. And I would not be going back. As the carriage left Windvale, Mara asked whether I wanted to leave a message for Dante. I said no. Dante and I had already said far too much in my last life. I had explained, fought, cried, and compromised, but he had never truly listened. So

My hand moved across the paper as I wrote, “It’s different for wolves. We are mated to one person, fated and chosen by the Goddess. Most matches work out, but some times you can reject your match if you choose not to accept the bond. Greyson was my mate, marked and mated, but I never accepted him. And when I tried to reject the bond… and he cut out my tongueas punishment. Eventually, I managed to escape.” I lowered my head as I watched him read the words, anger gripping his face as he finished. “But you ran away... you got away eventually,” he said, almost trying to reassure himself. “How long were you with him?” I held out three fingers. I pulled the sheet back and scribbled, “Once the snow

The wind had picked up, howling like a wild animal, and he could see the trees bending under its force. Alpha Nathan sighed and shook his head. The storm outside was a reflection of the turmoil inside of him, the battle between his duty as an alpha and his desire for Claire. He knew he couldn't give in to his feelings, that it would only cause more chaos and bring harm to his pack. But at the same time, he couldn't deny the pull of the mate bond, the magnetic force that drew him to her.

she held my hand, but the guy with the tattoo grabbed my hand as well. "Let go of her," Windy said, but he just laughed. "She's coming with us. Right, baby girl?" he said, looking at me. My forehead knotted. "I'm not. You guys are bad," I said, but the three of them laughed. "We're not bad. We're just going to have some fun somewhere far from here. You can leave your friend for the meantime," he said, but I shook my head. "No, we're not coming. You guys can enjoy the rest of the night," I said as Windy pulled me away.

"Mom, I just didn't want you to worry. We reinforced our windows ages ago. There's no way she could have been swept away by the hurricane. How could Heather be so difficult? I can't believe she even got you lying to me. She's truly lost it." Faced with his stubbornness, Cynthia was at a loss for words. That was until she spotted Charlotte standing behind him. "So that's why! I didn't understand why you'd abandoned your wife and child—it's because she's back." Charlotte boldly stepped forward and greeted politely, "Hello, Mrs. Keane." "Don't call me that, I can't stand it." Cynthia averted her gaze, displeased to see her. "Mom, what are you doing? Lottie is my friend. Why are you being mean?"

Jordan was angry and wanted to chase him away, but I stopped him. Taylor could follow me all he wanted. I didn't want to get tangled up with him any more than necessary. One night, after Jordan and I came back from a movie, we found Taylor sitting by the door, empty beer bottles littered at his feet. "Babe, please forgive me and come home. We won't get a divorce." He grabbed my foot and added, "Since you dislike Yvonne, I've already fired her. She won't appear in our lives again."

More than that, I was afraid that he'd lay hands on my younger sister, Winnie Moran. He rolled the car window back up and sped off in his Maybach. I froze in place. My fingers trembled uncontrollably. I stood at the entrance to the police station for five minutes while looking up at the sky. The skies were gloomy. It was as if it was about to rain. There were WhatsApp messages from my younger sister on my phone, all of which were sent last night. "Will, I came third in my class!" "When will you be home, Will? I saved you a chicken drumstick."

If news of his girlfriend being sexually assaulted got out, he would have been humiliated as well. It was because of that accident that his feelings toward Ivy had slowly changed, but he still ignored it. Until this day, when he pushed Ivy into the fire, when she said that she was 'looking forward to seeing the gifts.' Jason inexplicably panicked. That panic was much worse compared to the time when he found out that Felicity was leaving him. In that fleeting second of hesitation, countless outcomes flashed through his mind. According to the original plan, once the 99th revenge ended, he would publicly reveal the truth behind their relationship.

I did want to finally know how it would feel to have my lips pressed against another man’s— just to finally know where I stand with myself, and maybe the confusing haze in my head would finally dissolve. Not because I was suddenly attracted to annoying Chris… that would be disgusting and gayish of me. “You know what? Fuck you, Chris.” “So it’s a yes?” He perked up immediately while the small grin playing across his lips some seconds ago widened— a grin which boldly screamed ‘I knew you were going to end up giving in. “Just… fuck you.”