Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

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.”

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?"

It was a bad sight that had tears in my eyes as I looked at the wind and just saw the man had disappeared. He has waited all these decades for the freedom that I am finally giving him. I can't believe it. I was about to touch the wind when I felt a pull on my hand. My body was so weak that I almost fainted but I could hear someone's voice behind me. “Don't touch the wind, you will go with it, don't touch it!” The voice yelled but I could only hear it faintly and I retracted my hands and watched the wind leave totally and I slowly fell to the ground.

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

And still, he turns, Mara pulling him away, leaving me with Gemma’s arm around me and a hollow ache that burns hotter than the liquor. The laughter, the dares, the music — it all blends into a dizzy blur. My skin feels too hot, my throat dry, my chest tight with something I can’t name. Every time I glance toward Gavin, Mara’s there, tethered to him like she’s daring me to keep watching. I can’t. Not anymore. Leaning toward Gemma, I whisper, my words slurring just enough, “I’m done. I can’t stay here.” Her brows knit together in concern. “Do you want me to come with you?”

She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours. Darkness swallowed the sky, and she finally got through to Colton's phone. "When are you coming back?" she asked, her voice quivering against the howling storm. However, the line was dead silent. After what felt like an eternity, Colton's voice came through, icy as the winter chill: "I'm not coming back. The car's gone. If you want to return, you're on your own." "What are you saying?" "It's your punishment," he said, his voice a frost she had never felt before.

However, everything that came after proved just how naive I had been. His family didn’t accept me. His friends mocked me. The rest of the pack looked at me differently. So I rejected him. James didn’t give up, though. Again and again, he confessed to me, coming closer on his own. He even left the Northern Pack for me, staying with me in the Southern Pack. In the end, my heart softened, and I agreed to be with him. Sometime past midnight, rain began to fall outside the window. With a click, the door unlocked. James walked in, carrying the chill of rain with him.

Finish your work and return home soon," I assured him. "Tiger, take James with you. He didn't drink much so, let him drive you." I suggested. "What about you?" "I'll go with the driver," "Sure?" "Hmm," I didn't like the fact that he was leaving before time but his work was important too and I didn't want to be an obstacle to him. He gave me a side hug and both the men disappeared. I waited for the driver. The clouds threatening and masking the beautiful moon, no rain predicted. The wind was icy and withering, the tress bowed heads against the gusting wind. It wasn't stormy when I came. There was a drastic change in the weather.

Icarus stopped there and said, "If she is in love with Darren and wants to be with him, I am going to help her be with him." Strix howled and put on a fight with him, the wolf tried his best to tell Icarus how terrible of an idea it was but there was no changing his mind. All he ever wanted in life was Kiara to be happy and he was willing to sacrifice his mate bond for it.

"They went straight to the trash incinerator. There was so much stuff, we were worried Ms. Russell might change her mind, so we only took it yesterday." Samuel got the address and drove there right away. When he got there, he immediately saw the huge wedding picture going into the furnace. Samuel ran up like crazy, trying to grab it, almost touching the scorching heat, but the workers pulled him back. Still, Samuel's fingers got burned, and it hurt terribly. He watched the big wedding picture turn to ash in the flames, leaving nothing but a sense of emptiness. It was like the love and future he hoped to have with Tania.