Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

In saving Aspen Reid, I went blind. She said she would be my eyes forever and watch all the scenery that I would not be able to enjoy anymore. She taught me how to read braille and gave me a lot of love. I thought this was the best love ever. That was until my best friend, Liam Anderson, returned to the country. When we were travelling, she held Liam’s hand. I lost her and immediately called after her, but she said, “Ted, you’ve been blind for three years. Liam said you shouldn’t always rely on me. The hike down isn’t too difficult. You should be able to navigate the way out on your own.” She was right. She did not need to take responsibility for me. From then on, I decided th

She closed her eyes and focused on the gentle breeze that brushed against her skin, feeling its invisible currents wrap around her like a comforting embrace. With each step, Sable allowed herself to be carried by the wind, surrendering to its gentle guidance. She floated effortlessly through the open meadow, her body lifted by the unseen currents. The air whispered secrets to her, a language only she could understand. It spoke of freedom and liberation, urging her to embrace its power. As Sable soared higher into the sky, the wind carried her towards a cluster of towering clouds in the distance. The clouds swirled with an enchanting mist, beckoning her to come closer. Intrigued, Sable follow

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

Since ballet was out of the question, since she and Fabien went from friends to lovers, Blaze kinda hopped… dreamed… “I don’t think so, Willa,” he said quite coldly. “But thanks for thinking of us.” Willow started to say more, then shrugged. “Okay, fine… But if you change your mind, the offer is still there. All you need to do is give me a call.” She kissed them both goodbye, then left, letting in a blast of chilly air before the door closed behind her and Blaze felt a strange chill down her spine. Was it because of the cold outside?

"There are plenty of people pursuing me. Who does he think he is? Listen up—Ryan and I are over. None of you is allowed to contact him again. And it'd be even better if he died somewhere out there!" With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. A cold gust of wind greeted her at the entrance, and she suddenly felt very cold. She recalled how, after nights out with friends, Ryan would always be waiting at the entrance with a coat in his hands, ready to take her home. Shaking her head, she blocked Ryan on WhatsApp and deleted his number as well. She couldn't help thinking how dramatic he was being this time, even changing tactics—dragging it out and refusing to come back.

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

“Leave her.” Ryker hesitated, then nodded. “She’s already met her storm.” Outside, the wind howled once more—but this time, it wasn’t angry. It was soft. Gentle. As Blaise carried his mate and son into the daylight, the storm began to clear, sunlight piercing through the clouds. The Windsong faded, its final note lingering in the air like a promise. Forever bound. Forever Mated.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

When they were done, I checked the coms and established some form of topic with my boss. "Gwendolyn is not going with us, Mr. Windstorm?" I felt like my back was catching on fire. Was he still staring at me even more now? "No, she's not needed where we will go, Rayna," was his reply. "Oh, okay." I flicked the switch, and immediately, the copter's engine started. "Please, hold on. We will ascend now." The memory of what happened last night: our dinner, the sudden change of his mood, and the strange quality in his eyes were still fresh in my mind. However, I chose to archive it. Work now, miscellaneous later—this was my target for today.

“You don’t have to. Not with me.” My throat burned, and for a heartbeat, I almost held it in. Almost locked it all down like I had a thousand times before. But his grip, the bond, the steady thrum of his heartbeat beside mine - it undid me. I exhaled shakily, and whispered, “Wendrah’s gone.” His jaw tightened, golden eyes narrowing. “Gone?” And the storm I’d been holding back broke loose. Damon’s grip tightened around my hand, his body going rigid beside me. “What do you mean, gone?”