Running With The Wind Book Novels & Stories

His grip was firm, sending her off-balance, a flicker of unease in her gut. Colton's face was unreadable, his eyes icy as frost. The car ride was eerily silent. Colton's hands were clenched on the wheel, knuckles bone-white. Outside the window, the world blurred by, Whitney's heart pounding in her chest. They reached the snow mountain resort at dusk. As they were about to head up to the summit, Colton stopped. "Whitney, I forgot something in the car. Wait here." She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours.

“It was awe full, as usual, doing business with you Tony. But it’s time for me to go. And, just so you know exactly who has the power here, if you lap dogs leave a mark on me, I won’t supply you anymore. Have a nice evening. But, I hope, you fall, in a ditch.” “Now!” He booms. The men all lunge towards me. Good thing a know this building inside out and back to front. I simply jump out the window. I land on the balcony a level down. My feet tingle on impact. I break the glass and climb through that window. Once I’m back inside, I run through the empty trade floor and sprint down to the underground level. Once there a take my pick of the cars. Tony’s shiny black Audi is sitting unprotected. I

The wind whipped against my face, and I couldn't help but let out a joyful laugh as we soared through the forest together. I rested my head on his back as he ran faster and faster, feeling the exhilaration of the wind rushing past us. The rhythmic pounding of Richard's footsteps echoed in my ears, creating a thrilling soundtrack to our adventure. With each stride, I could feel his strength and determination, fueling my own sense of freedom and exhilaration.

The blizzard was now urging me in the back, not allowing me to change direction. Having tied a scarf around her neck, red, by the way, as symbolically, she limped along the road. I took only a backpack with me, I didn’t have the strength for other things. Looking around nervously, I listened to the unfriendly forest. All that could be heard was the wind and my creaking footsteps. I was numb, so despite the pain in my body, I decided to run. Running is the right option for me, I run well, even in a warm jacket. Braking sharply, I looked around, a wolf choir joined the howl of the wind. What was I waiting for? I am in their territory.

"Shawn, happy New Year! No matter how far you go, you'll always be the closest person to me." It was Archie Crosby, the underprivileged young man I had sponsored for four years. I had brought him out of the remote mountains and got him into Sienna's company. My finger hovered over the reply box. Before I could respond, I received a notification about a new post on social media. I tapped on it without thinking. The video was only five seconds long. Sienna, who was supposed to be stuck at the office for overtime, was standing on the beach. The wind was howling, and the sparkler in her hand lit up her gentle profile.

But tonight, as the neon stitched the sky and the city’s anthem rattled in every pipe and pylon, Carolina allowed herself—just for a heartbeat—to believe she’d started something that could last. At the very least, she’d given the next wolves a reason to keep running. And that, she thought, was almost enough. End of Book One

Intrigued, I gently pulled the book from its resting spot and dusted off its faded cover. As I opened the book, a faint scent of old parchment mingled with the musty air, creating an atmosphere that spoke of forgotten wisdom. The pages were yellowed and brittle, telling tales of countless hands that had turned them before mine. I began to read. “The Winds of Change,” it began, “are the invisible forces that shape our destinies. They whisper in our ears when we least expect it, urging us to question, to explore, and to forge our paths. When tradition meets resistance, the Winds of Change stir, seeking brave souls who will challenge the existing state of affairs.”

Powerful front and thinner hind legs, long thick coat. Having received freedom, the dog spun on the spot and moved away from his liberator. “Well, now you’re free,” Anika said, watching the dog move away, “and it’s time for me to go home.” Pleased with her action, she waved goodbye to the departing dog and returned to the path, hurrying home. My soul felt somehow light and joyful from the good deed done. Today's attempt to shorten the path was not in vain, bringing salvation to a living creature. And everything would have ended with pleasant memories and sensations, if a few minutes later she had not noticed that the rescued dog was following her.

] Samuel did not get to read the rest. He and the notes, full of Tania's secrets and dreams, went up in flames together.

Run. The cold of Hezekiah's palm was lifted from my arm; that's when I knew. The air became heavy; everything was in slow motion. The Elders lunged forward, speed rivaling the momentum of a speeding bullet. I locked onto Esther and pushed myself forward into a sprint. With my arm around hers, I pulled her close to me, my other hand yanking the bag off of Kizzy's shoulders. And that's when the four of us sprinted across the cursed expanse. My hand gripped Esther's damp flesh with all the strength I had and forced her to run. One leg in front of the other, straining our muscles to make us faster. Any less of an effort, and it was death. This was our motivation—our motivation to bear down again