Gone With The Wind Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

That was more than enough for me. I can still endure it all, so I will keep going no matter what. _ _ _ Must have been the wind Copyright © nostxlgicxx

Warm air filled the car, making it cozy inside. When we reached the tomb, I prepared to get out as soon as the car stopped. However, the moment I opened the door, Seth grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back. Throughout the entire journey, my pale cheeks were flushed red by the warm wind. Seth's brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with anger when he saw that. "Who told you to come with Serena's fiancé? "I thought those five years in the countryside would make you obedient and well-behaved, but you're still so shameless!

This time, Ash closed his eyes and sighed out in defeat before nodding to himself and speaking again. "I've just been thinking about mum more lately." Ash looked at the ground, afraid that if he so much as glanced up at Ms Vento's face, he'd break down into ugly tears. She reminded him of his mother more than anyone else he knew. "I miss her and I wish I could go back but I can't and it's honestly killing me." Ash began to rant and, against his better judgement, glanced up to see Ms Vento's reaction. The moment his eyes locked with hers, his eyes welled up with tears and he hung his head again, sobbing lowly under his breath.

CHAPTER 145: THE WHISPER WAR RHEA'S POV: SONG OF THE CHAPTER: "CONTROL" BY HALSEY ~~~ The wind is no longer my friend. I used to feel comfort in its caress, like a warm hand brushing through my curls, tugging playfully at my coat as I wandered through Warrenvale’s enchanted fields. But today, it howls. Low, hollow and hungry. I’m walking alone through the western courtyard, where vines dangle lazily off the towers and fae magic makes the flowers hum lullabies, when I hear it again.

But he's gone, leaving me alone to face this storm. Raiden's face flashes through my thoughts now—his distant, cold stare tonight contrasted sharply with the rare tenderness he'd once shown me. My chest aches fiercely, longing for what we've lost, for what I foolishly believed we might still salvage. Resolve hardens within me, fueled by years of hurt and rejection. I am Alpha of Windholw now; I can no longer afford to linger in the shadow of his denial. My heart deserves more than the scraps he's reluctantly offered, more than the empty promises of a bond he never truly accepted.

By morning, I knew it would be gone - taken up by the night wind and the smiling Goddess, gathered and spun into dream-silk for other wanderers in the night. He slept with a serene smile on his lips, and the Witch of the Wind slept smiling beside him. And that had been the night that Lord Percival had stolen the wind from my twitching fingers while he slept. And yet he has the audacity to come back to my home with a newly formed witch in tow.

“Let’s go, your highness.” I looked back to the black obelisk and to the place and back to her hand. I met her golden eyes before placing my hand to hers. Suddenly, a huge gust of wind blew around us like a vortex. I closed my eyes as the wind stung. I held onto Lyv’s hand tightly, afraid that the wind vortex would carry me out and separate me from her.

22 - Mia Lauren Hudson But our love is like the wind. I can't see it. But I can feel it. A Walk to Remember I was flying. I was leaving all my hurts and joys from the past days behind, under where the clouds made a point of hiding. But it couldn’t be erased. The height, the distance, the miles that separated me couldn't erase your last look from my mind. Apollo even followed me. He followed me home, and yet, I left.

“If I try, I might merge with it.” Dante didn’t hesitate. “Then I’ll pull you back.” “You can’t keep doing that,” Aiden said. “One day, you won’t be able to reach me.” “Then we both fall,” Dante said simply. Aiden looked at him for a long moment — at the steady eyes that had never flinched, even when the world did. Then he nodded once. He walked out into the storm. ⸻ The wind tore through his hair, rain slashing his face. The sea below was alive with light — faint silver veins spreading through the waves like lightning trapped underwater.

Brishor said in a deep throaty voice. “Already?” The dragon nodded, grinning wildly. “It is time to go back to our honeymoon cabin!” said Brishor. “But Windley!” Brishor grabbed his wife and hauled her on his shoulder. He spanked her hips and said, “Windley can wait!” --- The next chapter will be the last one! If possible, please do leave a review on the app for the book.