Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Confusion could be seen on the windlet's face as plain as day. "No! I couldn't see him!" Darrion answered back. "Try getting the wind into the hole and find him inside," Raka yelled back. "Oh? Right. Why didn't I think of that?" Darrion wondered to himself. But he did as Raka suggested. He asked the wind to come inside the hole to find his friend. The wind in this parts were very cooperative that they flowed smoothly to where Darrion intended to. It was as if they were reading his mind, knowing where exactly he would go if he was the wind.

Stacy glowered, refusing to listen to his regrets and stared pointedly at his hand as she snapped coolly, "Let go of me." Despite his reluctance, he eventually did, and she left without looking back, avoiding him like the plague. He was left grasping the air even as her footsteps faded into the distance, feeling her warmth lingering between his fingers. His heart hollowed. He had nowhere to go in this darkness. The streetlights cast a long shadow behind him, leaving him wandering aimlessly like an abandoned puppy. He didn't expect Stacy to reject him so thoroughly… but did he really not expect it? Or was he just afraid to entertain that possibility?

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.

Ten seconds before the bomb detonated, I decisively clipped the blue wire, saving hundreds of lives inside the high-rise building. At the celebration dinner, Robert Vance—our bomb squad captain—handed the top honor to the new rookie, Vivian Reed. “Let the new girl have it. You don’t want people to say I favor you, do you?” Throughout our five years of secret dating, he had used this same excuse repeatedly to shut me up before I could even complain. Every life-threatening mission fell entirely on my shoulders. Yet every honor and public commendation was without fail handed to someone else. Clutching my bleeding side, I retreated to a corner. From afar, I watched Vivian accept the vibrant bouq

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.

“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.

After all, it was his scheme that framed me and got Melissa to abandon me here in the first place. But now, I was no longer the Zack who was at the mercy of others. I made a polite gesture of dismissal. "I've said it before—I'm married now. And life here is good. From now on, let's go our separate ways like we never knew each other. If there's nothing else, Ms. Snow, please leave." "You're lying!" Melissa suddenly shouted, extremely emotional. "There are only the abandoned elderly and children at Mount Dalon. Who could you have possibly married?"