Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

He pressed his body even harder against hers, reaching orgasm as well, and threw himself to the side, satisfied for now. "Glory Box" was playing when she began teasing him again, and after two more rounds, with more daring positions being experimented and some items under the bed being used, Windson regretted having gone swimming earlier because he still had plenty of desire, but not enough energy left. The only thing he could manage was to put on a robe and carry his beloved to the other suite.

"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.

"Jordan, can we start over? I won't cheat again. You'll be my one and only. Besides, we're at the age when we should think about having kids." I laughed in her face. "Get lost. I don't need you." She refused to sign the papers, so I applied pressure to her company. It began to collapse under the strain, and she eventually came to me in wide-eyed disbelief. "Jordan, how could you be so cruel to me?" Cruel? She had no right to say that to me.

I reply. He turns and leaves, and the bond strains, just enough that it’s uncomfortable. My chest is tight, and he takes part of me with him as he leaves. The door is almost closed behind me when I realize I don’t want him to go. I open it again and step into the hallway to invite him in to stay with me, but he’s already gone, leaving behind only a hint of his scent. ********** The wind tosses and howls across the grounds, rattling the windows and spraying frozen flakes and flurries against the glass and the walls of the packhouse, and I toss and turn in my bed, my movements an echo of the unrest outside.

Or it was supposed to. "Am I?" Wind asked again, leaning forward as if he wanted to study my face, "Am I ask beauitful as Rachel? Or the mate you don't want? Is that why you don't want her? She's ugly?" I laughed in surprise, "I'm sorry. No. My fated mate isn't ugly. She's very beautiful. As beautiful as Rachel and you are as beautiful as both of them if I'm being honest." "Why wouldn't you be? Because you can lie? I would lie all the time if I could," Wind said proudly, sitting back on his heels and drawing his wings close around his body so the light he gave off was much dimmer.

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

After a while, the heavy wind subsided a little. "What just happened, what the hell is happening? Take control of the wheels fast." Mrs Wellspring ordered. "I can't.." He shouted, trying to maneuver the wheels, "It's stiff...this stupid wind won't let me even touch the wheel and control it." He shouted but his voice was lost in the wind, the wind blew so hard that one could hardly hear anything and everything was going up and down. "You stupid shadowy ghost leave here right now, enough of your nonsense!" Helen screamed and surprisingly, the heavy wind subsided and escaped through the window making all of them sane again.

He cursed as I was walking up to him. “Say, if it wasn’t for Dylan Windell, son of Professor Theodore George Windell. I thought I would not have a chance to talk to you tonight,” I said as I was correcting my cuff links as Dylan turned to look at me. I smiled at him before he rolled his eyes. So much for a family reunion. “What do you want?” he asked me as I was looking at the sky. I know that Windell was the Wielder of the Wind and they were controlled by their emotions. I just hoped that Dylan was not mad enough to spin one of the typhoons here tonight.

Dante simply ordered me to continue handling the Northern Merchant Guild for the Fire clan despite the canceled marriage and to lend him the Wind clan's patrol. I read it and threw it into the fireplace. In my last life, I had treated every word from him as an obligation. This time, I found it absurd. I left Windvale with Mara and two guards and went straight to Duskhold. Before long, the Fire clan would hold the wedding. And I would not be going back. As the carriage left Windvale, Mara asked whether I wanted to leave a message for Dante. I said no. Dante and I had already said far too much in my last life. I had explained, fought, cried, and compromised, but he had never truly listened. So

My hand moved across the paper as I wrote, “It’s different for wolves. We are mated to one person, fated and chosen by the Goddess. Most matches work out, but some times you can reject your match if you choose not to accept the bond. Greyson was my mate, marked and mated, but I never accepted him. And when I tried to reject the bond… and he cut out my tongueas punishment. Eventually, I managed to escape.” I lowered my head as I watched him read the words, anger gripping his face as he finished. “But you ran away... you got away eventually,” he said, almost trying to reassure himself. “How long were you with him?” I held out three fingers. I pulled the sheet back and scribbled, “Once the snow