Wind And Skirts Don't Mix Novels & Stories

“Sorry, I need to—-” He cut me off. “Just a minute.” Pursing my lips, I took a step toward him sighing in defeat. Fine, for the sake of our dirty big secret. Because it’s an open space, the wind blew to and fro. My hair’s still on the loose so it’s like I was facing a bunch of hair blowers from front to back because the wind’s blowing my waist-length hair everywhere! Terrible. The wind wasn’t that strong earlier, eh?

The hilltop breeze that had once felt refreshing suddenly turned into a burning torment for Vivienne. Her breathing came in ragged gasps, racing against a heartbeat that felt as though it wanted to leap out of her chest. The casual dress she was wearing now clung to her body with sweat. Her thick legs, supporting her eighty-kilogram frame, were forced to keep moving, occasionally even breaking into a light run across the uneven stretch of grass. All of this was because Tristan's damn black-and-gold silk kite had suddenly snapped from its string.

As he increased the car speed by the minute, the force of the cold night breeze had my hair flying backwards and my tangled straight gown blowing up out of proportion. The gown was a flared one from the waist down to my mid thighs so my thighs were literally exposed each time the cloth blew up. Feeling so embarrassed and insecure, I placed my two hands on the cloth, pressing it down on my thighs so they would not blow up. Amidst all of these, Don Dada seemed to be enjoying the whole scene. I am pretty sure he stole glances at my thighs each time the gown went up and of course, he would be mesmerized, but while he would possibly be feeling that, I was disgusted at my end.

She then shrugged her shoulders. Brandon glanced at Liam and asked for help, but Liam only crossed his arms and said, "What? Can't deal with it? If not, then don't come near me." With those words, it became Brandon's warning. As tension increased in the surrounding area, a sudden gust of wind disrupted the unsettling encounter. The wind seemingly responded to Brandon's unspoken frustration and fear of Liam, and the wind blew fiercely, catching everyone off guard. Dust and debris filled the air, shrouding the group in a temporary whirlwind, and the inappropriate girl found her carefully styled hair now disheveled.

Wind snaps the canvas so the edges whip like whips, sharp and angry. They’ve salted the dais, a low semicircle of stone raised just enough to put me over the crowd. It’s cold up here; the wind slices through the wool and into my marrow. The back of my neck prickles with static, old instincts screaming that too many eyes are too close for safety.

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

The cloud was still dark as the sun was yet to rise. Strong winds were blowing, compelling Shirley's hair to dance to its rhythm. Occasionally, a few strands of her hair would move to cover her face and she would have to hurriedly tuck them in behind both her ears. It was a futile move because it soon moved to cover her face again when the wind blew past her again, making her repeat the process of trying to tuck strands of her hair behind her ears.

“No, too short. This isn’t for the club here. It’s supposed to be for when I take her out for a day event. I don’t want her being seen as a hooker. All skirts must be above the knee or longer.” “But she’s so short this makes her look like she’s got longer legs and therefore taller.” “I said no. Am I not being clear? I’m the client and alpha here. I know what I am saying. I won’t have her showing off herself at inappropriate times and causing trouble. You can’t be trying to start wars, are you?” “Start wars?” The tailor looked confused for a moment and then she clued in on what the alpha was talking about. “Oh! Oh, no, of course not. I’ll make a note of that.”

She was not attending some sort of ball. Lady Geneva coaxed Catarina. "No. It's the first day of school so you should wear this. Any freshman noble ladies would wear it." "But I can't breathe!" "Just relaxed your shoulder and muscles. You would find it easier to breathe." Even though the advice was meant for Catarina, still, Sydnee did as what Lady Geneva said. True enough, she could move around in a limited manner, but it was okay than being held up by the corset that she could not move around even for a bit.

"Egredere et saltare mecum." In response, a soft breeze began to stir, caressing my face and rustling my hair. I fluttered my eyes open, revealing their vibrant magical hue, I extended my fingers towards the sky. The wind obeyed my command, swirling around me in a playful dance. Giggling with delight, I twirled on the spot. The wind followed my every movement, spinning faster and faster until it formed a miniature cyclone around me. Leaves and petals lifted from the ground, swirling in a mesmerizing display of nature's power.