When The Wind Blows Smile Novels & Stories

Answering this, I literally ran out of his cabin. Brandon's POV: "Because whenever you smile this way at me, I feel like a tornado has started in my heart and my heart would get out of my chest. I can’t look at anything but that smile. Hope you understand now!" Saying, Kayla rushed out of my cabin. I sat there surprised for a minute. Then I couldn’t help letting out the loud fit of laughter. What did she just say? She told me not to smile again. And why? Because my smile caused a storm in her heart?

He was smiling at something ahead of him, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all. The wind changed. Kai inhaled without meaning to.

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’m not in the mood—” The wind shifts, whooshing past him and his friends, carrying a scent I’ll recognize anywhere, even when I’m old and gray. Jasmine with fresh berries dance on the breeze, tingling my nostrils. My nose lifts to inhale every drop, hoping to consume it all before it’s gone.

My dad even told Vincent that he had to bring me back, or he would beat Vincent to death. However, none of that had anything to do with me anymore. Standing up, I looked out the window at the vast white field of snow. I couldn't care less how they were doing now. I only cared that it was snowing. I could invite Madison to go skiing with me. Why waste time mourning the past when I was heading toward a beautiful future?

He stank of alcohol as he pointed at Florence, who stood there trembling with red eyes while he yelled angrily at her. "Are you blind?! Do you think you can afford to pay for this suit?" Florence shrank behind Caesar immediately, crying like a frightened child. "Caesar, I didn't mean it. He… He touched me first, so I just..." Caesar's expression sank. He pulled her closer and faced Mr. Smith, saying, "It's just an accident, Mr. Smith. There's no need to make a scene. I'll pay ten times the cost of the suit. I'll apologize on her behalf."

The temperature dropped drastically, the wind that blew felt colder, piercing the skin's surface. The trees swaying in the wind dance a dance of death that is both beautiful and magical, their dance accompanied by the sound of dry leaves, and the leaves singing as the wind blows them. The hoarse singing was muffled, their singing was like a muffled screams. It was like someone who wanted to scream with his neck choking hard, someone who was in a transitional period between life and death. They sang and danced as if it was the end of the world. The last day that humanity can taste before everything is destroyed with nothing left

She sound so eager to know his answer she's just using facade to hide her true feelings. "Even you are a monster. I'm still here to love you and care for you." He caressed her hair again in the most loving way. The wind blew and the leaves sways as if the sound of the wind is their music. He smiled while starring at the blue sky. "Look," she said. She lift her hand in the wind and chanted. Thunderstorm can be heard everywhere, but not in their current location. The wind blew in a loud noise along with the rain. She put her hand down and everything disappear, the thunder, rain and wind. What the hell is this?

Normally , it would break my heart to have someone close to me drift away but I am used to it. I throw my head back in complete bliss – my dad turns up the radio. The wind comes swooping in , making my hair wildly fly around. I feel it cause some discomfort for my eyes , but I do not give a damn about it – after all pleasure comes from pain. My mouth opens up wide , as words escape it. I scream at the top of my lungs , singing every sentence word by word. “If happy ever after did exist ; Id be holding you like this Fairytales are full of shit

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.