South Wind Knows My Mood Novels & Stories

Only a swirl of snow, kicked up by a breeze that hadn’t been there a heartbeat before, spinning in a tight column at shoulder-height. It twisted, shivered, then elongated. For a moment, it almost formed a shape—a lean, wolf-lit silhouette with laughing eyes. Then it shredded apart, scattering in all directions. “Who—?” Luna began. “Names,” the wind whispered, now from her left, now from her right. “You wolves are very fond of names. You called for the Moon. She gave you storm. You breathed in my cousin’s rage on those walls you once scrubbed. You think we did not *notice*?”

If only she knew, she had just given me strength I didn’t know I possessed. I won’t crawl to her, instead I will hunt her. And you know what? She’ll have no bond or blood to save her from a mother’s wrath. “Your connection with storms is something I may never really understand.” Malik said with a low laugh, slipping his hands into his pockets. “Well, they always sought me out to drown me. But this time, I’ll drown my storm.” I found it funny. “You sound like her sometimes, you know.” “Don’t.” I snapped at him

"He called me the wind. That sounds... turbulent." "Wind makes things fly," she said. "And he said you were the only thing that made me fly." Liam looked at her. He reached out and tucked a strand of hair behind her ear. "I don't want to be turbulent anymore," he said softly. "I want to be... steady. Like a trade wind." "Trade winds are good," she said, smiling. "They get you home." The buzzer rang. They both jumped. "Delivery," the doorman’s voice crackled over the intercom. "For Mr. Cross."

This will make her golden heart to be hurtful. On the other hand, Anderson’s eyes are now lying down to his bed; to wait until the sunlight will be emerging at the plain sky. Meanwhile, he is asking the moon; to find his sweetheart. Sunshine’s hands feel cool due to the coldest wind, even if she didn’t open the window. What her mind makes up; she’ll be taking her siesta this splendid afternoon. Meanwhile, the wind is pushing on her. The window is widely opening. And then, the wind continues to pass over her. This will make her body to be cold. Surprisingly, her cool mind is desiring to Anderson…

"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.

Me? I gave up my future and left my homeland to follow him across the ocean to Stormbay when he had nothing. We lived in a basement apartment. We survived on cheap instant noodles soaked in hot water. I stayed beside him as he climbed back up step by step. However, after all those years together, I still could not compare to a childhood sweetheart. At that moment, every question I wanted to ask felt meaningless and pathetic. “Fine. You are compassionate and loyal. You want to take care of her and her son. I will not stop you.”

Sarah’s song never faltered, though the words twisted into something darker. “Sleep, little wolf, your pack is gone, The storm will sing till break of dawn. No moon to guard, no flame to see, You belong to only me.” Her grin widened, madness glinting in her eyes. But Storm’s stare didn’t waver. Beneath his lashes, his pupils shimmered with threads of gold, Blaise’s gold. The light spread through his irises, faint but steady, until the shadows bent away from him. He was the storm that was raging outside, calling to his daddy…

By the time she made it back to the center fountain, the sun had started to sink and the sky was streaked with colors as a blue haze settled in. Satisfied with her job, Charlotte thought she might have just enough time to speak with Shayla in the kitchen before it was time for dinner. Just as she started down one of the many pathways to lead her back around to the entrance into the gardens though, she caught a sound she had only heard once before. The beautiful melody of a hand plucked instrument came drifting on the cool breeze of the twilight.

he yells, making me actually stop to look at him, wondering how he comes up with guessesso far removed from what I’m acting. I shake my head and act like I’m pointing. I then make a wavy motion with my hands, point again and make another wavy motion with my hands. “I’ll be damned if he gets this right,” Sean chuckles, watching me with something between amusement and amazement. But Chris’s gaze remains intense. “Wind… gone… Gone With The Wind !”

Myra quizzed. “It depends on how understanding you are” Cody answered and Myra raised her head to stare at him. “What does that mean Mr. Whyte?” Myra asked staring at him in disbelief. “That I hope you understand me enough to travel with me on weekends one day” he said and Myra smiled their eyes locked on each other then Cody reached forward and kissed her, she responded and soon his hands were traveling under her night robe she slowly stopped his hand and when he reached out for her lower body she stopped him again. Cody sighed in disappointment and stopped kissing her.