Voice In The Wind Book Novels & Stories

She's become the model of a well-behaved heiress! My brother looked relieved. "Well done. It's good she's obedient. Sending her to the countryside was not in vain." The village chief's son brought me forward. The cold wind cut me to the bone. I was wearing only a thin long-sleeve shirt and pants. The loose fabric whipped in the wind, revealing my frail, skeletal frame. Seth frowned, reaching out to take my hand. I shivered slightly and bowed deeply to him with utmost respect. "Hello, Seth."

He looks up at the ceiling and asks, “Why, Miles? What drove you to do it?” The drugs are pulling me back down into the dark and my voice sounds like someone else’s when I answer: “Poison prayer got stuck in my mind, like a bad seed caught in a wheel . . . dropped here and took root.” Joe snaps his fingers near my closed eyes. I’m falling through drops of flame. “Miles. You’re not making sense. What made you do it?” “Snow in my bones . . . beast in my blood . . . wind in my heart.”

I opened my mouth to continue pleading but that was as far as I got, for at that exact moment she raised her hands above her head and screamed at the top of her voice, cutting me short. For the briefest of moments,it seemed like time froze and everything went deadly still, but it was only for a few seconds, for no sooner did I notice this strange phenomenon than a great rustling wind came from goddess knows where and attacked everything; I fell flat on my face, Vimon fell to her knees, the trees began to sway like drunk dancers with its leaves and branches making whistling noises as the mighty wind tossed them back and forth. Out of this wind came the softest voice I had ever heard.

She could feel the worms wriggling in her heart, the squirming of the worms made her stomach queasy. However, her attention was suddenly diverted as a gust of cold wind swept across her face, and blew her long hair. The gust of wind carried voices whispering in her ear, not the whispers of the surrounding leaves, but other whispers that she could understand. Leah looked left and right, it seemed that no one felt the gust of wind and whispers except for her. Even Mia and Grace who were standing so close to her didn't feel what she felt. The whisper called her name, she was sure. Not the sound of the wind, or the voices in her head, someone called her name

​As we huddled closer together and turned around to leave, the wind suddenly intensified, whipping black leaves all around our bodies. ​"Not so quickly, my little light," a terrifying voice whispered in the wind. "The energy you possess is magnificent. You will be absolutely perfect for bringing my son into this world!”

The wind poem she came up with was written as such: Whispers Soft voices the wind carries How far will they go? Those words ever be heard Caresses the trees’ leaves, its skin the green grass What does it say? No one knows Can you hear it? Who will hear it? The words so soft It rustles the dirt passing by creatures above and below flowing through the air Where will it go? Does no one hear it? Those forgotten whispers Whose are they?

“I can finally breathe again. You're still that bird that flies straight into the headwind.” “No.” I held his eyes and shook my head slowly. “I'm the wind itself.”

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

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...

"Why didn't you tell me about your problem on day one? I would have spoken louder. I wou-" She shook her head. "That's not n-necessary." "Why isn't it?" "T-t-there's something in y-your voice," she stammered nervously as she gently tugged at her fingers. "In my voice?" She nodded again. "It's h-hard to ignore." "I don't understand where you're going with this." "Your voice," she looked down as a light blush stained her cheeks, "is the only voice that I can hear perfectly."