Wind Breaker Fanfiction Novels & Stories

It had been almost a week since I miscarried, and he couldn't even be bothered to call me, yet he stopped by my ward because Sue caught a little cold. Sue walked in with a bouquet, saying it was for me, but when she saw the drawing on my bedside table, she totally lost it. "A drawing! It's a drawing!" She crouched down, covering her ears and crying her eyes out. "Zach, hurry! Burn it!" Zach was really worried about her and didn't even check what was in the drawing. He smashed the frame to the floor and flicked open his lighter. My anger boiled over. I yanked the IV needle out of my hand and lunged forward. I stepped on some glass shards, leaving small drops of blood behind me.

Heat surged in my throat. “You bloody bitch.” Venom laced my voice. I shot to my feet. “How dare you disrespect me and my boyfriend like that? How dare you lie about him? You…” “You better not say another word against me.” Her voice was ice. I froze, glaring, rage burning through me. “Lemme show you something.” She got up, tapped her phone, then shoved it at me. “There. Look.” With reluctance, I glanced down. And my heart shattered. An image. Bruno and Maria. In each other’s arms. Kissing.

He apologized, "I'm sorry… I really had no idea how much you've suffered because of me…" I sighed—did it matter now? The rift between us had never been because of the sufferings I had kept from him. "I've divorced Nadia," Ray added. "That's your business—you don't need to report it to me," I said plainly. Then, I pulled my hand out of his grasp and walked resolutely away. Perhaps we should never have gotten together from the very beginning. Edward was waiting for me not far away. "What's the matter? Feeling sorry for him?" he asked.

“Because Chloe’s fragile and can’t handle the cold. You’re healthier than she is. I figured it was just a scarf, and it wouldn’t hurt you to make a quick trip.” “Valen, we were in a completely foreign country. I didn’t come back for six grueling hours. Did it truly never cross your mind to come out and look for me?” “I…” “I just figured... you’d always find your way back eventually. You’ve always been that way. Even when you get lost, you always manage to find your way back on your own.” I gave a slow nod. I walked right past him and tossed the bags into the garbage bin. He lunged forward and grabbed me tightly by the wrist, his voice finally carrying a desperate trace of pleading. “Sera, I

The third one, which is about Malvika, would be published after Broken Hearts. Don't forget to vote and leave positive reviews. Also, do well to share this book with your friends and the people you know. Thanks for reading. Xoxo❤️

he asked curiously, his hand offering a bottle of water, his eyes full of interest. Windy was surprised but nodded slowly, "Yes, I'm a new student. Not a crush, just... a sibling," she replied coldly. But Bryan continued to tease her, "Good, that means I can get close to you. Do you want me to teach you the notes? This class is difficult for beginners," he said, starting a light conversation, his heart happy because of the opportunity to get revenge on Leon. ***

She blinked, her hands pressed against her head like she was trying to control her thoughts. “Get out of my head!” she growled. A strong gush of wind blew, and the force of it felt like a tornado. The undead screeched, the ground sucking them back to where they belonged. I used my hands as shields, covering my face from the debris that blew wildly across the field. After a tense minute. The wind stopped. The air felt calm, calmer than a summer morning. “You are an idiot,” Blair muttered, her voice sounding like the usual cheerful sarcastic witch that I was accustomed to.

This time, it was not just a feeling; it radiated off of me and slammed Briney and a recovering Summer into the wall. Wind glided into the room slowly until it turned into a gale. Fuck! Books were scattered around the room, the bed and other furniture slammed into each other, shattering, and pillars were uprooted in the room and above the wind; despite how loud it was, I heard Britney and Summer's pleas. "F-Flora!" I gasped out. "Make it stop!" "Only you can!" "How?" I yelled. The room tilted, making me stumble. I grasped the curtain and breathed out.

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

She was silent for a moment, staring at the clock which showed one in the morning, smelling the scent of rain from the gust of wind went into her room. The window was still moving like a mental hospital prisoner going berserk. She got up and walked slowly towards the window. With both hands pulling the window inwards so that it would no longer move wildly, she sighed in annoyance when she saw that the window lock latch had been damaged by the strong gust of wind. She turned to the dressing table near her bed, then let go of the handle, letting the window move wildly again.