Gone With The Wind Novels & Stories

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

Mom raises me and my brother, Cameron Joyner, by herself after she gets a divorce. Cameron was born with congenital asthma and has to take medication every day. Although I'm healthier, Mom treats me better than Cameron. She always says, "You're the apple of my eye, Cassie. I don't want you to feel troubled because of Cam." From the very beginning of my life, I've always been number one in Mom's heart. However, the year I turn 15, Cameron suddenly disappears. Mom completely changes after he goes missing.

Of course, she didn't think it would feel nearly as welcoming as Lord Hunt's had. They drove for what felt like hours. Charlotte stayed leaning against the dark window, watching miserably out at the passing scenery. Willow Creek was already tucked away and had to be traveled to by a train from the nearest city. Driving out of it would only lead deeper and deeper into the wilderness. Their surroundings were nothing but forest for hours now.

“Let’s go through with our divorce proceeding tomorrow morning. “After a period of separation, you’ll be a free man again.” Maddy patted my crumpled sleeve and met my eyes. “I know you’re only fulfilling your mother’s last wish. I understand.” Even though she knew that this marriage would not even last five days, she still agreed to it. She did not even ask for any financial compensation. When my mother held her hand, she said earnestly, “Don’t worry, I’ll treat Ben well.

Clapping excitedly, she urged, "Daddy, let's go! I can't wait to go to the amusement park. I want to take lots of pictures and put them in the frame next to my bed!" A jolt of pain shot through my chest. I'd carried these pups for months and nearly died during labor, but as they left, the last bit of attachment I had toward them vanished. Later, I cleared out all my belongings in the villa, then dragged my suitcase downstairs. "Luna Aria, are you heading out?" Bill asked. I nodded. "I'm leaving. Remind Ethan to sign the agreement. And also, stop calling me 'Luna Aria'."

: Stranded with the Stranger The wind howled like a wild animal outside the small wooden cabin. Snow came down so thick it felt like the whole mountain wanted to bury us alive. I stood by the tiny window, pressing my face close to the cold glass, trying to see anything beyond the white blur. Nothing. Just endless white and the angry roar of the storm.

First came the wind. The wind howled like a thing alive. Even though I was anything but cold in late May in Arizona, the sound of that howling wind chilled me and made me think of winter storms of the coldest winters and most frigid places I had ever lived in my life. I remembered when I was a kid, my parents had moved to South Dakota, just twenty miles south of the border with North Dakota, for a year because of my dad’s job. That year, of all years by chance, had been a record-breaking coldest winter South Dakota had had for the previous one hundred eighty years. That had been cold. Although it wasn’t cold, the wind howled like the winds of one of those South Dakota storms. It didn’t chill

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.

Rosenda Marie walked briskly across the resort grounds, heading to a quieter area near the shoreline. The sun had begun its descent, painting the sky in warm tones of gold and orange, but her mood didn’t match the picturesque view. She needed space— somewhere away from the clinking of glasses, the chatter of tourists, and most importantly, away from Cayson.

My mother said, We all got up and started walking outside only to be met with only Davina, Buran, Anahita and Terra. "Where is Atsila?" Sammie asked, I quickly took notice of how her and Jack stood very close to not only me but Stephen. "He said he will join us later but for now we need to teach the basics so that you know how to use them should you ever need to." Davina said. I looked over to Buran who looked like a kid in a candy store. "Anahita you need to work with Sammie and I will work with Stephen." Davina stated. "I'll get to work with you and Jack first." Buran said with a splitting grin on his face. My parents went with Terra, Stephen and Alex went with Davina, Sammie and her paren