Gone With The Wind Novels & Stories

Despite the fierce winds sweeping through the city, I am determined to pay a visit to Tyler, undeterred by the challenging weather conditions. "Roger! Come with me!" I command, and he promptly joins me in the car. The wind whips through my hair and dress as I cruise the blustery roads of the city, my thoughts consumed by thoughts of revenge. I drive recklessly, pushing through the wind, and Roger, sitting beside me, grows increasingly concerned. "Miss Cruz, please... relax," he pleads, attempting to calm my disturbed state.

Suddenly, a violent gust of wind knocked them out. A wild laugh echoed in the tumultuous wind, which now resembled a tornado. Nate and the princess stood their ground, but the entity remained obscured. Despite the chaos, she knew that the smell was that of a rogue, and it was not a good omen. Nate tried to calm the wind by twirling his hands, but to no avail. This was the most powerful rogue they have ever encountered and as they were trying to escape, the wind yanked them to the tree and Claire felt a sharp blade impaled in her chest, making her unconscious…

she shouted over the roar of the wind. The wind carried them upward, the trees blurring as they rose. It wasn't a violent force—it felt more like being swept up in a gentle but unstoppable current. Alaric shielded Tonya with his body, ensuring she was safe as they ascended through the forest canopy. The swirling wind carried them higher, above the treetops, where the night sky opened up, and the stars sparkled overhead.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

"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.

"There are plenty of people pursuing me. Who does he think he is? Listen up—Ryan and I are over. None of you is allowed to contact him again. And it'd be even better if he died somewhere out there!" With that, she stormed out, slamming the door behind her. A cold gust of wind greeted her at the entrance, and she suddenly felt very cold. She recalled how, after nights out with friends, Ryan would always be waiting at the entrance with a coat in his hands, ready to take her home. Shaking her head, she blocked Ryan on WhatsApp and deleted his number as well. She couldn't help thinking how dramatic he was being this time, even changing tactics—dragging it out and refusing to come back.

Jordan was angry and wanted to chase him away, but I stopped him. Taylor could follow me all he wanted. I didn't want to get tangled up with him any more than necessary. One night, after Jordan and I came back from a movie, we found Taylor sitting by the door, empty beer bottles littered at his feet. "Babe, please forgive me and come home. We won't get a divorce." He grabbed my foot and added, "Since you dislike Yvonne, I've already fired her. She won't appear in our lives again."

Didn't you give Harper the peach spritzer first? Todd never responded. A few minutes later, the group chat was disbanded. ... A colleague called me back for a nap. I agreed, switching off my phone. On my way back to the office, the wind began to pick up. While waiting at a red light, I suddenly remembered our graduation day, when a fierce gust of wind had blown my cap clean off. Todd had chased it down and gently placed it back on my head. "That moment was stunning," he had said, his eyes filled with warmth. "When we take our wedding photos in the future, we'll swap the cap for a veil. When it flutters in the wind, you'll look beautiful."

Ivy narrowed her eyes slightly and went back to the work that lay in front of her. Her life had already moved far ahead, much like a feather being carried in the wind.

I was a transmigrator who came to this world to complete a mission. My mission was simple—marry Harriet. The year I met her, we were both rookies in the police force's bomb disposal unit. At that time, Jeremy had abruptly broken up with her before leaving for abroad, and Harriet was in a constant daze. I stayed by her side at all times. Slowly, I helped her heal and get over the heartbreak. Three years later, our relationship progressed naturally, and we got married. With that, my mission was successfully completed. The system rewarded me by allowing me to remain in this world and gave me two chances to be resurrected.