Novel & Cerita In The Wind Book

It was strong. Outside, the wind howled through the canyons, screaming like a thousand ghosts. But inside the tent, in the circle of their warmth, there was only the quiet breathing of two monsters learning how to be human. End of Chapter 15

The ground shook as the book opened itself shaking off it's possessor with a strong wind The roof of the house creaked from the force of the wind She looked on amazed at the events unfolding before her the home she had for 10 years turned to chaos by the wind coming off from the book yet she could not stop looking at it ‘A..l..ice!!!!!' Her dad screamed.

Lost in contemplation, a sudden gust of wind whipped through the library, rustling the pages of the book I held in my hands. I looked up, puzzled, searching for the source of this unexplained force. The wind danced and twirled, a mischievous sprite teasing the edges of my curiosity.

“It’s over, Khalid, your men are dead. Hand the kid over.” Slater’s voice came over the comms. “Wind is screwing with accuracy. No shot.” “Get out of my way or the boy is dead!” “You’d kill your own son?” Max shouted over the wind. “If I have to, he’ll be a casualty of war, and I will be in Jannah.” Max doubted the terrorist would grace the pearly gates in any realm after the atrocities he’d caused. “Murdering your child won’t get you there.” The fucker wouldn’t stop moving, and sand whipped at open skin. Gabe squeezed his eyes shut against the blustery assault and started to cry.

"Whitney, can't you give me a chance? People talk about 'taking in stray cats', but when one actually shows up, they close the door..." Whitney's heart clenched as she imagined him with ears drooped in defeat, a lost cat in the rain. "Some folks just waltz into your life uninvited, and then, without so much as a bye or leave, they're ready to walk right out again... " Everett's voice was heavy with hurt, his hands slowly letting go. "Come tomorrow, you'll be set on moving out. I could show up at the coffee shop, and you'd just look right through me, like I'm thin air!"

She hailed a taxi and headed straight to the airport. In the distance, fire raged against the backdrop of the star-lit skies.

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

I try to stand, pulling myself up the trunk of the rowan, but the wind keeps knocking me off my feet. I need to reach Meena! Yet I can't even find my own footing! Leaves and branches fly through the space, scratching at my skin, tearing my clothes. Meena is inches away, though it might as well have been miles. Terror is in Meena's eyes, and I try again to stand, but as I reach my feet, I'm pulled up into the air, thrown like a rag doll between the battering winds. What is going on? I am like a goddamn feather in a hurricane! Is Meena okay?

CHAPTER X The Element of Wind Two more elements were left roaming around the land, the element of wind, and the element that gives you ability to go to places without moving, when you desire. The element of wind went a long way, but it didn’t leave the country. It went somewhere peaceful and loud at the same time. It went to the Big Easy. New Orleans, Louisiana.

Caiden was silent the entire time and she was in too much of a hurry to ask why. The wind speed picked up a few minutes later and her hat blew off her head. Clara picked it up and as she did, she dropped her sketchbook. The wind blew the sketchbook away and she panicked. She couldn't lose the sketchbook she had made special sketches in for her revenge plan so she ran after it desperately. She caught up to her sketchbook and when she picked it up, the pages of the sketchbook came loose from the glue binding. She began to collect the pages which became more of a difficult task as the wind was blowing them all further away. She scowled and as she bent down to pick up one page, a hand holding a