Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Cradling the kitten, I lowered my eyelashes and said, "Everyone is independent. No one is destined to rely on someone else to survive. If someone truly gives up on oneself, ‌that's just the way it is. No one is obliged to sacrifice for others.” My mind was made up. Even if Lorenzo himself stood before me, weeping and begging, I would never look back. Lisa smiled as well. "That's good. You can rest assured and stay here. There's been a blizzard in the forest recently, and the roads to nearby cities are temporarily blocked. Even if someone mistakes you for the person in the video, they won't have a chance to contact them and cause a mix-up." Warmth welled up in my heart. I took a bite of the c

To get closer to him, I listened to the bands he liked, read books in his industry, and even secretly joined his gym just so I could run into him. After graduation, he took a job in Southburg. Without another word, I gave up the job my advisor had recommended and followed him there with my suitcase. My mom was so angry that she ignored me for three days, but I only said, "Mom, if I miss my chance with him, I'll regret it for the rest of my life." Back then, even Gem had snapped at me in frustration. "Janice, you're completely hopeless when it comes to him!" Gem and I had been friends for ten years. She had long since become as important to me as family. None of us had expected that she would

My gaze drifted, stiff and robotic, back to the photo of the hands clasped inside the car. I hadn't noticed it before, but now I saw it clearly. The slender wrist on that hand wore a sports watch. It wasn't expensive, but it looked so familiar. It was the birthday gift I'd chosen for Archie last month. I glanced back at the unfamiliar account's ID named "Arienna". The term was a combination of Archie and Sienna. So this was it. The guy I had always treated like a brother had stolen the woman I loved with all my heart.

As he always will be. I still don’t want to talk. But Aero seems to understand. He doesn’t press. Doesn’t question. He just runs. So we run together. The wind tears through our fur, wild and relentless, sinking deep into my bones until it drowns out every thought, every fear, every memory I’m not ready to face. The night hums around us, vast and indifferent, and for the first time since she walked away, the pain loosens its grip. Not because it’s gone.

The way her eyes softened every time I called her “wild girl.” And now? Now all I had was this darkness. This emptiness. This terror that I had already lost her. Suddenly, the bond sparked. One flash. One cry. I felt her scream—not from her mouth, but from her soul. It ripped through me like lightning. And then… nothing. A silence deeper than death and stillness that meant only one thing. I didn't know what to do anymore. I needed help to return everything back to how it was those times I'd rejected her. But seemed the only rescue was the whispers of the wind , it was as though as they were jubilating and against me.

’ At that moment, my attention was focused on the prince’s every word and I forgot my surroundings. “The most notable of them was the wind god,” the prince started to say. “He was the deity obsessed with our goddess. He loved her, and he wanted to make her his. Unfortunately for him, the goddess did not return his feelings.” ‘Wind god! In my visions, the evil god wields the power of the wind!’ My shoulders slightly trembled. “Despite being rejected, the wind god however did not stop. Instead, he declared that he would make the moon goddess his, no matter what means he would use.”

As he was about to walk forward again, the abrupt sound of gusts blowing over treetops subconsciously startled him. Following that, another wave of wind came blowing toward him. This gust was different from the usual wind outside. It blew straight toward Fane, ignoring the skin and bones, blasting straight against his soul. The wind felt like sharp knives, and it was an unspeakable pain. It was so painful that Fane could not stand, causing him to kneel. “Why is it so painful?” Fane subconsciously wailed. The strong wind continued to blow toward him, blasting right against his soul. It felt like a large ax was dealt against his soul.

I can't run now! Windle loves me and fights for me when his father says I was not the right woman for him. He pampered me like a princess and even trained me well. Everything that I want is in front of me, even things that I didn't ask for, while Dwight never did those things! Yeah! He pampered me too, but not the way Windle did! Now, if he will not protect me from his father's wrath, then I am just sorry for myself.

Aunt Carmen shook her head with disappointment. “When did you decide that? Why do you have to live in a dorm room when Windcrest is just twenty minutes away?” I was tired of the topic and faced her once and for all. “Just to avoid Alpha Zander. He feels we share a mate bond, but I can’t feel any between us. I still love Stavros, and I always will.” I walked away to my room to check out the university farthest from Windcrest Village. Throughout the time, I could feel them enjoying outside with Stuart Fleming, but I didn’t join them. I knew my family was furious with my decision to leave, but nothing could make me join the Windcrest Pack. I was a Lucerian and I would always remain so.

I wanted to tell her how the storm wouldn’t make flying on a chopper possible. But her mind was set anyway, resolute and determined, with that quiet strength in her eyes. And despite the ache deep in my bones, despite the instinctive urge to do otherwise, I knew it was time to let her go. I nodded silently, sparing her a small smile. Her eyes lit up as she smiled back before turning to leave. Almost as soon as she left, the wind subsided and the clouds quickly pushed away, revealing faint traces of the late evening sun. I watched her walk away, disappearing from my sight as I resigned to the fact that nothing I’d do would bring her back. Even the storm wanted her to leave.