Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

Elena whispered back, her heart swelling with an absolute, unshakeable love. As the winter wind howled softly against the glass windows of Tribeca, the apex power couple closed the titanium chest, knowing that their greatest war was over, and their eternal reign had only just begun.

The California breeze lightly whip my loose hair in my face. No matter what happens in this world just know that I'll always love you. ============================================================== Thanks for reading! Thanks for reading!

She felt him swelling inside her making her gasp. The ghastly gray clouds were on their way to veil the dark inky sky when the aggressive wind swept them away as the clouds controlled their unshed tears with a big fluffy pout on the bay. The moon smirked and the stars giggled as they witnessed the love unfurl. The twinkling was at its glorious peak. The younger members of the wind gaped with a blush as the older members of the breeze shooed them away. The ocean hummed in a rhythmic trance as the boats of love sailed away to the future that beholds love or sorrow. No one was aware.

ʜᴇ sᴍᴇʟʟᴇᴅ ʟᴏᴠᴇ, sʜɪᴇʟᴅɪɴɢ ʜᴇʀ ᴊᴜsᴛ ʟɪᴋᴇ ᴡɪʟᴅ ғʟᴏᴡᴇʀ ɢʟᴏᴡɪɴɢ ᴜɴᴅᴇʀ sᴜɴ sᴘʀᴇᴀᴅɪɴɢ ᴊᴏʏ

I didn't reply to the message from my girlfriend, Sienna Fletcher. My eyes were locked on the photo. I knew that car-interior decoration all too well. It was the gift I had given Sienna after her promotion. In the passenger-side glove compartment hung the lucky charm I had personally gotten for her. I tapped the unfamiliar account's profile and opened its playlist. The pinned playlist was titled "Belated Love". The description read, "You're the joy I waited for and the only one I'll ever need for the rest of my life."

Her hands pushed his chest: "Enough." Bo Xuan kissed the corner of her eye: "Li Le, you are so beautiful, I love you very much." After the sex match, Bo Xuan was cleaning her body. Bo Xuan: "Does it hurt?" Li Li: "I'm fine." Bo Xuan is a young man who is only 30 years old who is already a foreign minister. Ly Le is a lady of the Ly family, a wealthy family. This was a political marriage, so she really didn't know if he really loved her.

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

"Carrie is gone. She didn't leave anything behind—she's not coming back. But we still have a child! How can I just walk away? We can get married. Start over. Can't we?" Zeke shoved her off him, hard. "What are you even saying? We only started because my parents drugged me. Have you forgotten that? I told you—there will never be a normal family between us." She fell to the floor. Blood pooled beneath her legs. Carrie had woken from her dream of love long ago. Zia—she was only waking up now. Zeke could be heartless to a wife of twenty years. He could just as easily be heartless to her.

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have, and breathe life into the person who took it in the first place. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

Jake suddenly raised his voice, as if summoning every ounce of strength left in him, roaring out that name with a desperation bordering on collapse, like a confession and a verdict all at once. “Dean, I think… I think I’ve truly fallen in love with her, not for fun or just to sleep with her! I’ve truly fallen in love! Do you hear me?” On the other end of the line, Dean froze. His breathing stopped abruptly, and the hand gripping his phone tightened until his knuckles turned a frightening white.