Gone With The Wind Fanfiction Novels & Stories

"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.

We all get into the car. The run was amazing feeling the wind blow through my fur is the most amazing feeling even though I'm covered in mud, but I don't mind. My brother and Sky never made it to the top they were spending their time making out once they were alone, so they never made it to the top of wicked falls. Well, that's just too bad for them, but there will always be next time now that Sky is a part of the family. I never really had a girlfriend hoping that Sky and I can become great friends.

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?

It roared I stretched my arms, it placed its wings on my arms, I gasped, information flooded my brain, like I was living Aragon's life, I saw my birth, my sister, I lived and died for years, time passed, all emotions I felt numbed. “That's enough” he removed his wing, bringing me back, something wet dropped on my cheeks, I touched it, a tear, I hadn't realized when I began crying, “you've been through so much” a broken sound left my lips. “That's beside the point Zorya, I need you to listen to me, my time is almost up” it said, sounding urgent. “You need to go deeper, find your wolf, only then can you bond to me” Wind began howling, increasing at an alarming rate, pulling us away from each o

Jasmine and I stepped forward together at the exact same time, our movements perfectly synced. A violent wind exploded through the clearing, roaring like a living beast that answered only to our power. Without breaking our grip, we raised our joined hands high into the sky. The moment we did, the wind turned into a storm. A massive, spinning hurricane formed around Lucious and his men in seconds. It swallowed them whole. The force slammed into them so hard their bodies were ripped off the ground. Rocks, dust, and debris swirled into the air as the whirlwind grew stronger.