When The Wind Blows Smile Novels & Stories

Tsk, she's so full of herself. "As I said, be careful, you might swallow all your words. Don't say that I didn't warn you. Good luck" I smiled and stood straight. "Start!" I stared at the different parts of the gun at the table. I even heard the crowds complain as to why I am still not making any move. I tilted my head as I smirked. Let's count then... 3.. I feel the gust of wind. The wind is blowing from east to west. 2 .. I opened my eyes still feeling the wind. It changes, from east-to-west to south to north. I smiled, perfect!

She laughed tenderly, it excited her. Finally, the wind. It blew softly against her skin as its humming sounds added a touch of background note to the music. She could feel the weight of the wind, it was peaceful and serene. It blew tenderly and soothingly against her skin and hair, while it blew gently on the leaves of the trees.

The day after our wedding, Deanna Somerhalder secured her seatbelt and offhandedly told the car’s GPS, “Let’s go home.” The screen lit up, and the GPS said, “Now navigating to Harvey Bishop’s home.” My back stiffened. From the corner of my eye, I saw Harvey look up from the backseat. Deanna started driving. She sounded unbothered as she said, “The GPS is just using the most frequently used saved location. It’s just numbers. Anyway, this way we can drop Harvey home first.” Harvey said calmly from the backseat, “Don’t overthink this, Andrew. The GPS might just be used to this route because Deanna frequently picks me up.” I did not respond. Instead, I reached out to check the GPS history.

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...

Multiple attempts at opening the door has made by knocking, but no responses at opening the door. "Huh, who'll dare to open it declining his order." Exhaling deeply, she moves towards the window and pulls back the curtain, feeling a soft breeze caressing her face. She gaze up at the sky, observing the playful movements of the clouds resembling fluffy cotton balls. "Whenever I look at the sky, all my pain vanishes away." When the memory of how Smith said this one day comes to her, a strong sting of pain encircles her promptly. His innocent face, his beautiful smile, his soothing voice everything has gone far away from her.

I had to be brave for Robbie. I smiled at the storm. "I'm not scared of you," I said. I let the wind whip my words up into the sky, and I gave my best devil-may-care grin. If I was going out, they would find me smiling on the bottom of the lake still steering the boat. But I wasn't going out. I was going to win.

I still wasn’t over how rude he was to me on the first encounter… making me wish I could punch his face, just to wipe that smug look off his face. Chris grinned wildly at me, the teasing glint back in his eyes, making the sides of his eyes crinkle, “Oh yeah?” Christ started to say with a small laugh before continuing, “I guess I get where you’re coming from, I am after all only curious about how you look beneath those horrible-looking clothes.”

Her eyes closed and her lips curled in a smile. The clouds overhead rumbled again. As the rain started pouring hard, Amara smiled, her eyes lighting up with playful excitement. Her smile was infectious, and Rhys couldn't help but be captivated by the sheer joy radiating from her. His chest tightened and a strange sensation crept over him. She used to dance like this in the rain when she was a child. And that memory brought a painful pang.

Zyrielle's POV. A gust of wind blew, moving my shirt up and I smiled. This was exactly what Rain was talking about and I saw him smiling stylishly which made my smile widen. "I think this is my cue to come in." I said. A smile was earned in return.

- she said still trying to understand. - If something bothers you the best thing you can do is let it out in the air, let the wind blow it away. It's a phrase from one of your magazines, from one of the articles you wrote. - I said, seeing the way she was flattered, looking at me and tucking a strand of her hair behind her ear. - Scream, scream the hatred you feel inside of you, and blow it out into the wind. - I said, encouraging her.