South Wind Novel 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.

He left the room. A fierce winter covered the forests with heavy snow-clusters and icicles, and filled ravines to their edges with drifts, so that the whole land seemed a single white plain. Great, sudden storms came, in which men and herds were lost under the pall of snow; roads grew misleading and perilous. A lonely Jaweldur howled in the distance.

“Zayn MacQuoid, you can’t be this selfish! I’m working hard right now. I can’t have kids!” I compromised to quell her anger. I valued her career, but she resigned so that she could take care of Charles and Caleb better. Besides, she used the money I had saved for retirement for Caleb’s wedding. My leg hurt terribly during that winter, but I was too poor to see a doctor. Moreover, the temperature at home was freezing. It made me shiver. I tried calling Layla for money, but she hung up on me repeatedly. I could not hold on since I was old. In the end, I froze to death.

She rolled down the window and waved at me. Simon then said naturally, "Get in. I'll take you both home." When he saw my eyes fall on the passenger-seat sticker that said "Girlfriend Only," he frowned, somewhat impatiently. "Gem has a bad back. The passenger seat has more room. You can sit in the back this time." Look at that. He remembered every little thing about Gem. He remembered her bad back. He remembered her cramps. But somehow, he could never remember the old injury I had from moving all the heavy furniture.

The wind had died down, but the snow still fell, gentle, quiet, like ash drifting from the sky. Most of the pack grounds had gone to sleep, chimneys exhaling lazy smoke trails into the night, the faint golden flicker of firelight dancing behind a few windows. The hush of the storm beyond the wards felt distant, like another world.

“It has ended.” The breeze changed direction bringing with it the scent of seawater and arepas, from a kitchens open window. We began to walk. Toward home. Moving forward into whatever lay. No red threads. No reflections. Just us. To be continued… (or maybe, just maybe, not) Chapter 66 Sofia Vasquez

"This brat's definitely sulking and hiding out on some sheltered slope having a nap. I know him too well. The moment he runs into any difficulty, he wants to curl up and hide just like his mother. "I told him that if he doesn't make it to the summit by midnight tonight, I'm cutting off his living expenses for the next semester." I floated above the dining table, bitterness flooding through me. The blizzard hit out of nowhere, and I lost all sense of direction. As hypothermia took hold, I started hallucinating. I even tore off that flimsy windbreaker Dad had grudgingly given me. Right before I died, I still fantasized that Dad might come to save me.

Warm air filled the car, making it cozy inside. When we reached the tomb, I prepared to get out as soon as the car stopped. However, the moment I opened the door, Seth grabbed me by the collar and yanked me back. Throughout the entire journey, my pale cheeks were flushed red by the warm wind. Seth's brows furrowed, and his eyes burned with anger when he saw that. "Who told you to come with Serena's fiancé? "I thought those five years in the countryside would make you obedient and well-behaved, but you're still so shameless!

What happened instead was that I had to pawn my wedding ring for a sack of potatoes. What happened instead was that I ended up toiling in the fields, competing with other men, just for a little money. Even with that, my daughter and I might be able to survive. Unfortunately, we encountered a once-in-a-century snowstorm. My money were gone, so were the fields. We survived on tree bark and leaves, but even that ran out. Seeing my daughter, Tina, munching on her blanket, I reached out to the widower, Michael Worrey. I sold myself to him.

Stavros’s POV The car sped along the highway that took me through the boreal forest, high Alpine, and rolling tundra until we reached a desolate village. I knew the place since I had come here before. It was the Wild Wain Village, the territory of the Wind Wolves. The place was cold, desolate, and uninhabitable, submerged in darkness because the clouds hanging low completely blocked the pale rays of the Midnight sun.