Petals On The Wind Series In Order Novels & Stories

The bird was back. Perched outside of the attic window, it chirped a cheerful song, fluttering its wings and tapping its beak on the glass. Ella Sinders found herself distracted again. The bright blue feathers, the same shade as the sky behind the visitor, beckoned her to come outside, to feel the crisp spring air, feel the grass beneath her feet, gaze at the clouds as they rolled by, and forget all of her troubles.

They were only passing by each other, but Darrion was worked up already. “I can’t believe I hate him that much,” the blonde said. He needed to learn to control his emotions better. He sighed and tried walking slowly but surely to the end of the other chamber. He focused on the wind to help him calm down faster. Winds are carriers of information, and you would not know each information is important unless someone is looking for it. That is also why the windlets were taught to always listen to everything with open ears. Of course, not all of winds speak clearly, or important things. Sometimes they said something not very important, like their comment on his hair just a few minutes ago.

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.

"Nora, we haven't finalized the wedding attire yet. Why don't you come with us to take a look? "It's no trouble to handle two things at once, don't you think, Scouttie?" I looked at Scout, and my eyes were filled with quiet hope. Nonetheless, he didn't object. Instead, he gazed at Maya with gentle eyes and said, "Alright. Let her come with us." His cold, commanding gaze left no room for refusal. I knew I couldn't say no, so I simply nodded bitterly. As I lowered my head, I noticed the lavender cufflinks I had made for him still clipped to his sleeve.

Aurelia’s POV The cabin was quiet, save for the occasional creak of old wood adjusting to the cold. Outside, the wind whispered through the trees, carrying the scent of snow and pine. Inside, it was warm, dim, intimate—like a space carved out of time. Rhett stood by the window, bare-chested, the moonlight sketching every line of muscle along his back and shoulders. His hair was damp from the shower, and his stance was tense—like he was holding the weight of the entire world on those broad shoulders. His wolf was close. I could feel it just under his skin.

Shortly after I sent the text, Ray's assistant came downstairs and escorted me up. I spotted Nadia as we neared Ray's office. Her skirt fluttered gently, and she clung to Ray while throwing a tantrum. When she noticed me coming, Nadia quickly straightened herself up. She said to Ray, "I should let you get back to work." Then, she made her way to the door. When I spotted the emerald pendant resting against Nadia's chest, I unconsciously reached out and stopped her. It was the same one I had gotten for Ray when he had fallen seriously ill. I had to climb a mountain and beg for it.

"Whisperwind Herb! It's a fresh Whisperwind Herb!" It was difficult to come by a dry Whisperwind Herb, yet Aria had brought one that was newly plucked. "Do you really want this cooked?" Aria gave a curt nod. Warren, sensing the herb's significance, inquired about it. The doctor smiled. "Mr. Carver Senior, you're so lucky to have her as a granddaughter. Whisperwind Herb is only sold by the Panacea Society every five years, and the bidding price starts at five million for a stalk.

I just feel Wolfgang. With my fingers, I hold onto Wolfgang's hands that hold my wrists, and without realizing it, I open my legs even more for him. Suddenly, the rhythm changes, Wolfgang starts to move in and out at a speed that leaves me breathless, burning, paving the way for my long-awaited second orgasm.

"Do you have anything that binds you to your home? A personal possession or item that is solely yours." "Umm... I'm not sure..." She lowered her gaze to the grey dress. "I don't think so. I even left my clothes in the restroom," she exclaimed. "Would a strand of my hair work? I'm pretty sure I have some of them lying around in my room." He gave a nod. "That would be fine." Willow took a strand of her hair and handed it to him. Aurum stood on a podium, holding a red-colored circular talisman. He closed his eyes and held the strand of hair in his hand, appearing to be deeply focused.

Max pulled a sodden lock of hair off her cheek. The fogged-up windows encased them in a veiled sanctum where only the sound of their breathing filled the space. Her rounded tits rose and fell with each breath; drops of water ran down between them. Abby bent towards him; those incredible mounds were too close. Her hand ran up his chest as she climbed into his lap. Too damn close. “This isn’t a good idea.” The air felt hot. Steamy. Her body heat surrounded him as Abby shifted her hips on his lap. “Fuck.”