What The Wind Knows Novels & Stories

She had known that my legs were fine all along, but she never exposed me. She must have given up on me at that point. I remembered the time Josie knitted me a scarf. Wendy did not cry or get upset. She just looked at me calmly. It was like she knew that I had given the scarf she made me to stray dogs. Right then, I had a strange feeling. I could not tell what it was, but I felt that I was about to lose something important. In the past, I did not care. I even flirted with Josie in front of Wendy.

Then, his next text sent chills down my spine and spiked my heart with fear. "Who gave you permission to reveal the secrets of our marriage? Can't you at least come up with a more subtle way to get your revenge?" I immediately tapped the news notification on my phone, and sure enough, the latest headline was about Ray's extramarital affairs and that his new wife was one of his mistresses. I called Ray. When he finally answered, I immediately said, "I didn't—" However, he interrupted me again. "Don't think you'll get to live in peace now that you've done this. Do you think I'm still the same person you and your father used to bully?"

, I whispered under my breath, my eyelids heavy. There was silence for a beat. Then another and another. My eyes closed, and I heard a 'tsk' of annoyance come from brown-hair next to me. "I can help you get back to him," the voice promised. I could feel it, something dark snaking upward, coiling under my ribs. Waiting. "Just say the word, Arte. Tell me you want them to burn" My breathing slowed. "They think you're nothing special. Just a girl. I know something different. I know because I've been here, always. Since birth. We're the same. Three pieces of one person," it said, low and honey-dark. It had been so patient this whole time. Like it knew, "Just let go. Tell me what you want," it urg

The wind knows everything. So why would I even wonder why he did knows everything about me. If the wind is what he holds. Wyn ..

Large, heavy drops pelted my body, cold and unrelenting. The rain blurred my vision, and I stepped on a loose stone, falling hard to the ground. The downpour drenched my hair and clothes, as though it was trying to swallow me whole. I could not breathe. I wondered if I died like this, would Mother cry when I met her in the afterlife? Still, I had no strength left. Every attempt to rise grew smaller and weaker. After I closed my eyes, a car behind me suddenly screeched to a halt.

Ms Vento sucked in a deep breath and looked up at the ceiling, thinking. "I could hear their conversation from last night." Ms Vento finally confessed, staring at the ceiling, her eyes unwavering. "They were talking about some sort of plan they had..." The older woman trailed off as she looked back down at the young man in front of her and pursed her lips at the confused look on Ash's face.

Then, he suddenly broke into a run. "Hey, Jason, where are you going?!" The others panicked and rushed to stop him. Just as he was about to say something, a loud explosion split the air. Boom! A massive mushroom cloud burst upward from the mansion. Everyone's faces were drained of color. Before they could react, explosions after explosions blasted in the sky. Thick black smoke billowed into the rain-soaked night. Debris shot outward like deadly arrows. "Ivy!" Jason's mind went blank. All he could think was that Ivy was still inside!

Just as everyone dispersed, they noticed a sudden surge of chilly wind within the jungle. It started subtly, initially making it hard to detect, but soon it grew stronger. Fwoosh... The chilling wind rose, trapping Adrian and the others within itself. "This valley should be relatively isolated from the outside. How is there such a strong wind here?" remarked one of the followers. Adrian, with his keen perception, instantly detected something was amiss. With furrowed brows, he said, "The strange force of this wind suggests the presence of demonic beasts. Moreover, I suspect their power is extremely formidable."

She nodded, shivering as the wind screamed around her, huddling in her coat for what turned into three long hours. Darkness swallowed the sky, and she finally got through to Colton's phone. "When are you coming back?" she asked, her voice quivering against the howling storm. However, the line was dead silent. After what felt like an eternity, Colton's voice came through, icy as the winter chill: "I'm not coming back. The car's gone. If you want to return, you're on your own." "What are you saying?" "It's your punishment," he said, his voice a frost she had never felt before.

“A piece of me, in his hands, and he walks like it’s nothing.” The wind swirled one last time. It was so playful yet knowing, whispering secrets to the city that only it could understand. “I'd keep my Windax with you for a little bit longer.”