Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

Winter’s POV My fingers clicked hurriedly through the keyboard. Today was my last day in the office before I go for my finally awaited one-month holiday break. I paused to zoom in on the picture displayed on my laptop, a picture of Nolan Smith, my boyfriend. “Your boyfriend?” A voice breathed near my ear, startling me. My fingers flew to the touchpad, fumbling to close the tab. “It's so nice to be young and in love,” My chief editor, Mrs Quinn, leaned against my desk.

But with each passing day, these whispers became louder, more persistent, making it harder for her to ignore them. Jane's silent love for Mike was a ticking time bomb, a storm brewing beneath the calm surface. Each laugh, each conversation, and each shared moment added to the intensity of her feelings, pushing her closer to the edge. As she stood on the brink of this emotional turmoil, Jane was about to embark on an extraordinary journey - a journey of love, of unspoken confessions, and of silent whispers of longing. Her story was just beginning. This was her story - the story of a girl who loved her best friend in silence, the story of silent whispers of love.

She likes to see a reaction from her mother. The winds started blowing the moment Winter stepped out of her home, She cursed her luck for the bad Weather, it's almost two years since Willow quit wearing her long flowery skirt. And times like today, which is a rare occasion for her to wear a skirt, the wind just had to mess up her fashion. The joy of having to hold the end of her skirt every step she took!! She passed by the VIP house and last night's event started replaying in her mind. She wondered if he would recognise her. She was hoping he couldn't see her face clearly and perhaps suffered from night blindness.

Ericka’s father asked furiously. “I’m sorry dad. Kurt and I aren’t just meant to be. He has someone he really truly loved and I have mine as well. I know I have disappointed you but I’d rather live a poor and uncomfortable life rather than be with the wrong one. Love is not someone you can force on someone. You might hate me or even disown me, but at least I know that I’m happy…” Ericka turned her heartfelt words directly at her parents. “Ericka…” Kurt said weakly.

“Please… not now…” Their bodies moved together, faster, harder, until there was nothing but the sound of their breaths, their cries, the unspoken love binding them in the rhythm of their hearts. “I can’t hold it, Amor—I love you, I love you!” Dixal cried out, trembling against her as his release consumed him. She clung to him, sobbing from the intensity, from the truth she felt in those words. For once, she believed him. For once, she let herself believe.

I watched as he blinked his eyes open in surprise— right before it fluttered when I suddenly pulled on his hair the moment the thought popped into my head. Holding his head in place, with my heart feeling like it was about to burst out of my chest, I finally kissed him thoroughly. The fact that I was kissing a man was at the back of my mind throughout as I moved my lips against his hungrily, lust boiling and brewing through my veins.

His eyes darkened with something fierce and new as they held hers, the air between them crackling. Outside the window, rain pattered steadily against the glass, a soft witness to their love taking root, blooming in the storm. They eased down onto the narrow bed together, facing each other in the cramped space—one small mattress forcing them close, breaths mingling. Their eyes locked, deep and unbreaking, saying everything words couldn't. He pulled the blanket over them both, cocooning their warmth. Outside, night deepened as the rain grew wilder, lashing the window in fierce sheets—just like the love storming to life between them, unstoppable and alive.

Male: I don't want to let go of you, can this moment stop, the love song in my heart is playing, tonight can't miss that moment Female: Our feelings are the same, don't want to leave with the moon. Male: My love for you has the starlight to testify, love is like the wind and clouds. Female: Once again hugging each other tightly, this moment time seems to stand still. Nam: A thousand times, don't tell me, love just because you don't go tonight. Hop: If we trust each other, we will miss each other, so that we can be friends. Female: Our feelings are the same, we don't want to leave with the moon. Male: My love for you has the starlight to testify, love is like the wind and clouds. Female: Once

"They say a good love is one that sits you down, gives you a drink of water, and pats you on top of the head. But I say a good love is one that casts you into the wind, sets you ablaze, makes you burn through the skies and ignite the night like a phoenix; the kind that cuts you loose like a wildfire and you can't stop running simply because you keep on burning everything that you touch! I say that's a good love; one that burns and flies, and you run with it!"

Aaron said as he was getting hard again. The whole room again echoed with their moanings and groans as the sky was scarlet seeing the two soulmates loving each other. It waited for hundred of years to see them together. The wind was blowing as the weather was cold but that wasn't affecting the two souls as they were drowned in love with each other.