South Wind Knows My Mood Novels & Stories

Jolene and I had grown up together. We shared the same social circle and background. We were the perfect match that everyone envied. And we had been happy for a while after we got married, but that ended when she started cheating. She never made it public and only confessed it to me in private. "We'll keep everything discreet. No one will challenge your position. Society won't look down on you." Love was optional in a circle like ours. Unfortunately, I loved her. So, I got angry and blew up at her. At one point, I genuinely wanted to blow everything up the way powerful men in movies do and drag everyone down together.

“There you are! Tell me more about what happened to you. You kept your tongue tied on the phone, but you should be able to tell me now, right?” Geneva Sawyer was shocked when she saw how dispirited I looked. She immediately reached out to hug me. “You asked for my help to calm the online storm, and I’ve done that. I’ve seen the news. I don’t believe that you made such a mistake.” I had been unable to sleep all this time, haunted by the memory of the patient dead on the surgery table.

she murmured, her words a testament to the storm raging within her, a tempest that sought release upon the world that had turned its back on her. As Carla traversed the desolate landscape, her steps echoed a quiet determination. Each footfall became a resounding beat, a prelude to the symphony of chaos she intended to orchestrate. The night, with its secrets and mysteries, bore witness to her transformation—a metamorphosis into a force that defied the constraints of fate.

After that, he moved closer to her and cupped her cheeks as he said, "From the moment I saw you, you became my reason for breathing. Even when darkness engulfs me, I only have to take one look at you and my world becomes bright again. I cannot live in a world without you. I love you so much, My Little Sunshine."

My Fer, she is all I have left. I slump back in the seat, trying to see out the darkened windows of the car. Through the windscreen I can make out the mountains of the Wildlands looming black against the gold and magenta of the Wolf Moon sky. On either side of the car, the outlines of forest pines whoosh past in blurs of bristly bark and spiky spruce needles.

Who is going to know? KILLER: That’s awesome. Chris is going there next week as well. Going to help out the newbies. Maybe I can go with and see you there. I’m not usually for breaking rules but that rule is ridiculous. No chance Hailstorm wants to join….? HAILSTORM: Mm… lemme think – seeing a bunch of wolves in the icy cold while you two cuddle up with your mates, sorry girls. That’s a no from me KILLER: The boys will be so busy there will be no time to cuddle Hailstorm, so it will just be us

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

Then, he suddenly broke into a run. "Hey, Jason, where are you going?!" The others panicked and rushed to stop him. Just as he was about to say something, a loud explosion split the air. Boom! A massive mushroom cloud burst upward from the mansion. Everyone's faces were drained of color. Before they could react, explosions after explosions blasted in the sky. Thick black smoke billowed into the rain-soaked night. Debris shot outward like deadly arrows. "Ivy!" Jason's mind went blank. All he could think was that Ivy was still inside!

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...

And a new sound, like footsteps on gravel. “Okay, here we are, right by the lake.” “Tell me what you see.” “What?” “C’mon, woman, tell me. Show me your sunset.” Silvia dropped her bag on the beach, then herself, sitting face to the west. “Well, it’s already fall here, so it’s cloudy, and the wind is getting colder.” “Where does it blow from?” “From the west. It always blows from the west this time of the day. It comes from the mountains, bringing clouds. Big fat dark clouds. It’s gonna rain tonight or tomorrow morning.”