Novel & Cerita Gone With The Wind Fanfiction

A sketch of five stars arranged in a circle—each representing her mates. And in the center, her wolf. Cracking. She pressed her palm to the page and whispered, "What are you turning me into?" The wind answered, brushing across the panes, carrying with it the scent of ash. A storm was coming. But this time, it lived in her bones.

As soon as I did, a gust of wind swept by, carrying her ashes deeper into the sea. My eyes suddenly grew warm. "Cathy, is that you?" The wind seemed to understand, rushing towards me, caressing my tear-stained cheeks. I smiled, tears welling up in my eyes. "Go on, then. When this is all over, I'll take what's left of you to finish the journey we couldn't complete." The wind died down, just as Cathy was no longer by my side. I stood there for a long moment, watching the waves crash against the shore, feeling more alone than ever.

His cheeks were rimmed with ice. I closed my eyes, just for a heartbeat. She’s not here. Or if she was, the storm wasn’t going to give her back. “We’re pulling back!” I yelled. “Now! If she’s alive, she’ll come find us.” We turned. The retreat was worse. Now the wind was at our backs, shoving us, lashing us forward as if it wanted us gone. I didn’t know how long we walked before the storm thinned and we stumbled back into dead silence.

My father looked just as startled, But when I glanced back at him, he gave me a small nod, as if telling me it was okay to accept. I let out a slow breath and carefully took the keys and envelope from her outstretched hands. I dipped my head in a small bow, forcing out the words. “Thank you, Mom.” “Yeah, yeah,” she muttered, already turning away. “You should leave now.” **** My grip tightened around the steering wheel, as I sped down the highway. The radio murmured in the background, but the music barely registered. My thoughts were not anywhere near here. What was waiting for me at Shadow Flake? Could running away really change anything? I was just a wolf-less twenty-five-year-old outcast,

Dove strode over immediately and bowed apologetically at Wind. “As a matter of fact, when Snow tried to run away, I was afraid that she would take extreme measures if I stopped her, so I followed her just to keep an eye on her. “That’s why I have been texting you along the way! Mr. Winchester, I am not with Snow, I am loyal to Jet and you! You know that! I will do whatever you ask me to do!” She even switched to a flattering tone toward the end, wrapping her arms around Wind’s and nuzzling against him. She would throw herself on the bed if he asked.

This was also a relief for Sonya because she no longer had to worry about Lidya seducing Leon. "Good... Lidya is gone, Leon is safe from her advances," she thought, gazing at Leon with vague affection. As for Windy, she didn't mind parting with her mother, who loved young men—the memory of her mother often being caught by her father having affairs with young men made her feel embarrassed and indifferent. "Mama is gone, so be it... she likes to change partners anyway, I hope she's happy there," she muttered to herself, focusing on her breakfast, her heart still troubled by Leon's changing attitude towards her.

“Dean, from today on, you’re no longer my brother. I’m taking Morgan. May the best man win.” With that, he stumbled into his car and floored the accelerator, disappearing into the night. Meanwhile, Dean lay on the ground, staring up at the ceiling. His chest rose and fell violently, his eyes hollow with despair and madness. At that moment, whatever remained of their brotherhood was gone.

“I don’t know. She came out and suddenly got surrounded by the wind. It’s swallowing her whole.” “What?” “Sophia, Sophia,” Arita called, panic visible in her shaky voice. “Let’s do something to help her,” she screamed from where she stood. “Okay, let’s help her out,” I said. I stretched my hands, commanding the wind inwardly till it swallowed Sophia whole. “No, no,” Arita cried as she tried to rush to the wind, but I had already dissolved it. “She is gone, Arita,” I said to her. “What do you mean by that? There has to be a way of bringing her back.”

“You can’t be so ruthless, Isaac. Didn’t we have such a great life together? I was wrong about Zach, alright? I don’t want you to leave. Don’t leave…” Charlene threw herself forward to hug me, tears falling silently. I pushed her away with all my strength. I said sternly, “I don’t want to see you ever again in my life.” Charlene was silent at this. Her mouth opened and closed as if to speak, but nothing came out. In the end, she apologized helplessly again and left. But what was the use of that? It was all too late. I got into the cab. Geneva leaned against me and asked about my plans for when we were back overseas.

That night, he drove off, lighter and freer than I’d seen him in years. And me? I quietly packed my belongings. I called home. “Mom,” I said, my voice steady despite the storm raging inside me, “the wedding’s off. I’m coming home to help with the Shadowfang Pack.” My mother didn’t even feign surprise. If anything, she sounded downright gleeful. “Finally! Your father and I always said that man wasn’t reliable. Ten years, and he still couldn’t commit!” she scoffed. “Honestly, sweetheart, we thought you’d lost your mind.”