South Wind Knows My Mood Novels & Stories

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Colin Richardson, changed the username he'd used for six years. It became "AThousandAnswers." I asked him why. Colin ruffled my hair and smiled. "Doesn't your name have 'Ann' in it, silly?" I laughed. I even took a screenshot and posted it on social media with the caption: "My hopelessly unromantic husband just surprised me with the sweetest gesture." Then last weekend, I drove his car to pick up my mom. When I connected my phone to the bluetooth, another paired device popped up: "LoveHasAThousandKnots." Love Has a Thousand Knots. A Thousand Answers. My hand slipped off the steering wheel. That night, while he was in the shower, I opened t

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

Dean held his phone, frozen in place as the dial tone buzzed, sounding almost like the abrupt halt of his own heartbeat. A wave of crushing disappointment and panic swept through him. Autumn in Lindt was bleak with grey skies, endless rain, and the kind of chill that seeped into one’s bones. It mirrored exactly how Jake felt at that moment. For months, he had been relentless, like a tireless dog, throwing every trick he could think of into the chase—pursuing, cornering, and never letting up.

My heart jolted upon seeing her—it was no wonder Ray had an affair with her. "I'm not sure what to order. Could you recommend something to me?" I asked her. I watched as the girl skillfully made something and added ice to it. Then, she handed me the drink and said, "I hope you enjoy it." I found a seat by the window before cautiously sipping the coffee. It was too sweet—the saccharine flavor overwhelmed my taste buds.

The plane was up in the sky, among the clouds. After a short moment of turbulence, it flew steadily. I looked out at the clouds, feeling a wave of relief I had never felt before. Xander must have seen the contents on the thumb drive already, too. He was perhaps guessing how I found out about his secrets. His methods of climbing up the ladder and amassing wealth were so inconspicuous. Technically, someone like me, who had never once worked at the office, should not have been able to discover this.

I don't see a way out of this bottomless pit I have thrown myself into. “Moon Goddess, please help me. I need your guidance. I want nothing but the best for your daughter. I'm not sure if I am what is best for her. Not in this life, anyway." I gulp hard, fighting back tears as I call out into the sky. The wind takes my words away without a second thought. I close my eye, hoping against all odds, the wind has taken my words to hold an audience with the Moon Goddess. I wipe away a traitorous tear that escapes and tries to slide down my cheek. I feel the leftover moisture freeze on my skin. When I open my eye again, I feel a peculiar wind swirl around me. It is not bitter cold like the rest of

She nods once and leans into my side. But outside the window, clouds gather. The wind sharpens. And I know—deep in my gut—that the storm is finally here. And he’s coming for blood.

Listening carefully, only to be reminded of the blizzard outside, pounding in a fierce but quiet way. She heard the strong stormy gust of powerful winds that made an eerie noise. A noise that she wasn’t accustomed to hearing in the south. Tippa thought with rattled nerves. She curls back up on the sofa, wrapping her arms tightly around one of the pillows. It gave her a sense of security as she closed her tired red eyes from all the crying, drifting slowly back off to sleep again. Hoping to hear good news in the morning about Ross, who lay in the hospital all alone.

Lira (POV) The storm has a voice—not a scream or a howl, but a low, steady gnashing that grinds against the cabin walls like teeth on bone. Wind worms through every crack in the timber, hissing secrets I’m too tired to translate. Inside, the air is thick and sharp, soaked with the scent of pine sap, old ash, and sweat—the kind that comes from restraint, not exhaustion.

I'll bare my soul completely, without pride or ego. "I should have trusted you," I whisper to the wind, hoping somehow it carries to her. "Should have believed in us." Windhowl appears ahead, bathed gently in golden morning light—a symbol of new beginnings and second chances. My heart quickens painfully as I approach, steeling myself for the confrontation ahead. Because this time, pride won't hold me back.