Like A Breeze Novels & Stories

the breeze. After the sun disappears below the horizon and the sky turns velvet dark, Lior curls against me in the bed, arm slung around my waist like he’s anchoring me there. He falls asleep fast—his breathing even, his body heavy with exhaustion. But I can’t sleep. The waves outside sound like a lullaby. But the silence inside the house? It feels wrong. Hollow. Too quiet, as if the walls are listening. Watching. I get up once, padding barefoot to the balcony. The breeze is cool and smells like salt and wildflowers, but even out there, I feel eyes on me.

A strong cold breeze brushed through the verdant trees leaving their branches to sway crazily. The wind blew with a hovering sound intensifying with every passing moment. Skyla didn't stop running no matter how worse the wind was hitting her body and making it difficult for her to breathe. She raised her head to look at the atmosphere. The weather was getting worse and Skyla's mind charged with positive energy was slowly getting drained. Tears rolled down her cheeks from the very thought of not being able to reach the school on time.

I stopped in the middle of the field between the cabin and the woods, and scrunched my toes into the blades of soft grass beneath me, savoring the tickle that each blade left upon my feet. I closed my eyes as the cool breeze gently stroked my face and swept through my hair. I inhaled deeply taking in the fresh scent of the trees that was carried along on the wind as it hurried past me. I then aggressively threw my arms out and shot open my eyes, letting out my full power as I screeched up into the sky and ascended.

Liora The garden was quiet, the quiet that pressed against my skin. Cool and deliberate, a soft breeze brushed over me like it knew exactly where I ached. For a moment, I let myself breathe into it, let the stillness wrap around me. It was the only thing that felt right today.

He broke down crying, like a child, curling up in the chair and hugging the frame. I watched him for a long time. Then, I lowered my head and kissed his forehead. A dead woman’s kiss had no warmth and no sensation. Yet, he suddenly opened his eyes and looked into the empty air, as if he felt something. “Wendy?” he asked softly. “Is that you?” I did not answer. Souls could not speak. In the final moment, I saw him reach out into the air, trying to grab hold of something, only to catch the sea breeze.

Chapter 18: The Picnic I can feel the cool breeze of wind beneath my skin. As I inhale the fresh air, my senses feel refreshed and calm me. How peaceful it is. I want this kind of life, a simple and peaceful environment. All my worries were swept by the cool breeze of wind from the woods.

He promptly pushed the entryway open and entered inside and shut it. “Are you up to something Jas?”he asked grinning like a kid in a treats shop. “ the broadcasting breeze is truly cool, is extremely pleasant out there" I told him while gazing through the window “Can you walk around with me to feel the more magnificence of broadcasting breeze out there”that sounds so decent I ascended out of fervor he stood up and followed him “You are really are so beautiful Jas!”he grinned delicately I can't accept it that I'm just lovely

Also, presently, I will pay. The tree wobbles, influencing in that harsh breeze. My dress presses against me, drove once again by the horrendous storms. The power of the breeze increments, almost pushing me to the ground as the tree arrives at full level and strength. It swells with energy, the radiant red popping around it like lightning. The breeze appears to circle around this goliath beast, practically like a cyclone with its speed and concentration. However, at, that point, there is a break that stops my heart.

“I’m not in the mood—” The wind shifts, whooshing past him and his friends, carrying a scent I’ll recognize anywhere, even when I’m old and gray. Jasmine with fresh berries dance on the breeze, tingling my nostrils. My nose lifts to inhale every drop, hoping to consume it all before it’s gone.

The breeze had a soothing scent of a wet soil and the whiff of a wild flowers. “Yes, and then I keep coming here without them,” Monica exhaled a deep breath and a breeze that hit the side of her face, causing some of her hair to blow out of her messy ponytail. Ben sat beside Monica and looked at her with a small care in his eyes before saying, "If it does not bother you, may I ask what happened to them?"