Gone With The Wind Scarlett Novels & Stories

Before anyone can pull another breath, I feel my wife fill herself with power so pure it leaks into me and sets my nerve endings on fire. “Everybody down, Now!” The blast of wind Scarlett releases makes a boom when it rips out. Screams come from the attendants now on the floor, the shrill whistles of arrows are almost masked by the boom of air but not quite. I see the arrows fly back with the force of a snapped twig and they find targets. Scarlett fills herself with that power again, needing not even a second to fill herself up, already primed for an attack while I'm still trying to make sense of it all.

**Scarlett POV** I couldn't understand what I was doing, I got tired of the work and decided to go and clear my head. I recalled where Atlas took me to clear my head. I made up my mind to go there hoping not to see anyone. I wanted to be alone and don't need any disturbance at that moment. I went to my suite and changed up to a short and singlet, removing the band that tied my hair, my hair poured down covering my face slightly. I quickly dashed out of the Mansion through my window without no one noticing. I don't need guards right now, I just want to be alone.

That sounded good to her. * Scarlett walked beside Blake, weeds crunching beneath their feet as they ventured out on the trails leading into the island. She looked up at the night sky, filled with distant stars, and she breathed in the cool November air, trying to clear her head. Her heart swarmed with conflicting emotions. She felt she didn’t know who she was anymore; she didn’t know what she wanted, or where she wanted to go. As they walked together in a comfortable silence, the weeds crunching, Scarlet looked out into the darkness and wondered where they were going.

This gave Scarlett a sense of crisis. She quickly walked to the door, blocking his path, and pulled his hand to act spoiled, "I am right here by your side. Why do you still have to go find another woman?" Lorenzo was in a bad mood and had no patience to coax her. He brushed her hand away and said, "Don't ever say things like that again." Scarlett pouted, "I just don't want to share you with another woman." At the sight of Scarlett’s affectation, Alex got nervous. His eyes darted around. If it weren't for the fact that the floor-to-ceiling windows couldn't be opened and they were on the forty-something floor, he would have wanted to jump right out.

She couldn't help thinking how dramatic he was being this time, even changing tactics—dragging it out and refusing to come back. But so what? She wasn't going to cave just because of that. She was the CEO of Larkspur Corporation. Money and men were two things she didn't lack. Why would she need Ryan? … Ryan's POV In the blink of an eye, fall arrived, and the weather turned cool. After finishing a meeting with a client, I walked out and happened to see Delilah waiting by my car, wearing a beige coat. The breeze ruffled her hair, but it couldn't hide the intensity in her gaze as she stared at me.

“Go. Protect her.” “No” “GO!” She screamed as the boat pulled away, Rosa at the helm, having arrived just in time. Sophie sobbed in her arms. “Mommy!” Elena looked back, tears streaming. Grayson’s figure shrank into the mist. And then, he was gone.

I began to panic out of fear. "Please be alright," I said to the wind, hoping a guard did not take her to have his way with her. I shifted and followed her scent. Clay and Maxwell copied me, and we began to follow her scent. We moved for an hour, tracking her scent and faint footsteps. We saw an indentation on the ground where she must have fallen while running. Was she naked, or did her helper give her clothes? I was troubled. Her scent led all the way to the highway and disappeared. I smelled the burnt tire scent and howled at the moon. Scarlett had hitched a ride. I plopped by the side of the road, distraught. I did not know what to do.

That I went to get my dick sucked by a man even though I have a girlfriend… which was so many sins in one sentence. I’m so doomed. I thought fearfully as I followed Chris as fast as I could, taking large footsteps along with him before finally coming to a stop and heaving a deep breath to stop myself from retching in disgust at myself. I watched as Chris glanced around countless times, a few people were passing by but barely paid us any attention. He placed the bomb in the middle of the road and glanced around from side to side again before taking a few steps away from the bomb and screaming to my horror.

I screamed while tears are streaming down my face. “Now, they can not take you away from me,” Tiara smirked at me and caressed my cheeks where she slapped me earlier. “You will not get hurt if you just follow me,” she said and started the engine. But as soon as we moved, another bumped into us. The impact was so hard. I am not wearing my seat belts so my head bumped into the dashboard.