South Wind Novel Novels & Stories

Dust winds scrape along the ground, dragging tumbleweeds past my ankles. It looks like the kind of place where fights break out before noon and nothing good grows. Perfect. What did Ezra see in the Southlands anyway? He could have conquered the East, he could have conquered the West but nooo, he had to choose the Southlands where the rogues like to play. I drag my sorry, barefoot self forward, every step kicking up little puffs of red dust that stick to my skin like a second, grittier layer. ‘You’re a sitting duck waiting to be ambushed,’ my wolf mutters. ‘Shirtless. Shoeless. Senseless.’

Kail flinched, and before long, he took her to his bed and held her quietly. They listened to each other’s heartbeats as their souls became one. They had an unbelievably peaceful time. Looking out the giant window, they watched the snowfall. It was a beautiful scene as the snow danced in the wind like diamonds. It was so peaceful and lovely that it felt surreal. In the room was the burning fire in the fireplace and the shelves were filled with books. Solveig’s song was playing romantically. Silje asked, “You have a lot of mystery books. Did you read Karin Fossum’s newest novel?”

..I kept reading and I realised how much South really loved Stacey and I started doubting my feelings for Cian, if I should go back to him despite the odds so he doesn't end up heart broken like South. I found a second book to read and I began to read it while South was trying to write somethings down on his notepad but he kept looking at me like he was writing about me or my presence gave him inspiration but I ignoted his eyes and concentrated on the book I was reading. This book was titled PSYCHODRAMA.

After I was reborn, I burned every photo I had with Natalie Landers and tore up the three years' worth of love letters Kristen Rhodes had written me. In my last life, I'd been nothing but a joke caught between those two women. Natalie swore she loved me, but the moment I gave up my study-abroad spot for her, she left the country with Freddy Palmer. Before she left, she wrote me a letter, saying, "He needs me more than you do." I spent three months falling apart. Kristen brought me dinner every night and told me, "I've waited eight years for you." Once we were together, she came home on time every evening and never so much as looked at another man. I thought I'd finally bet on the right

I watched as Chris’s hand bleed more and more, as I swung the bag over my shoulder, knowing he wouldn’t be able to carry it with his shoulder anymore. “I can’t shoot well with my left hand, which means we’re almost as good as dead at the moment.” Chris gritted out as we slowly walked out of the warehouse, our shoes crunching loudly over hundreds of bullets. What the fuck did you do to result in this amount of people being after your life, Chris? I questioned him silently as I watched him glance around the streets carefully from side to side before cursing, quieting beneath his breath, and suddenly pushing me behind a big truck with a sharp nudge of his left elbow, making me stumble for a mom

What the Wind Left Behind Selena’s POV There was something different about the wind today. It didn’t whisper the same way. It didn’t bite like winter or drift like spring. It pressed itself against the windows of the lake house as though trying to speak not loudly, but insistently. A breeze that came with memory, not weather. As if the sky itself had been holding its breath since I walked away from Kieran’s world and had finally exhaled.

This story may be triggering for some. It does have the title of B D S M so please beware. Bad language, and even darker sexual themes than the first one and other stuff that may offend you. You have been warned. Prologue Fog is creeping over the dark watery landscape. A small boat cutting through the water isn't the only noise to be heard. Small splashes from fish, frogs and other inhabitants color the air. Crickets and frogs hum, calling their mates. Mosquito's buzz through the air trying to find skin to feast on. Even though it's the darkest part of the night, the air is warm. It's spring, but the driver is sweating from exertion. Here in South Florida, the weather doesn't make many drast

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

"Out! Both of you!" Seeing my bloodshot eyes and hysterical state, Philip opened his mouth to say something. But in the end, he just guided the crying Jane out the door. The corridor was now empty. I leaned against the cold wall, letting my tears fall freely. I didn't know how long I stayed there, waiting. Finally, Dad rushed in. And finally, the OR light went off. … Third-Person POV On the wedding day, the sun was shining brightly. Philip walked into the office as usual.

Elowen answered softly, leaning her cheek against his shoulder. The wind blew gently off the water, carrying the fresh scent of cedar, salt, and blooming clover across the bluff. There were no more court dates, no more debt letters, and no more shadows waiting in the dark. The foundation was set in solid stone, secured by truth, family, and a love that had stood unyielding against every storm.