Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

He could sniff her sweet scent and it was delicious! Amethyst parted her lips. "Thank you..." she whispered with smiling eyes. Then, she leaned closer for another kiss, but Luveas dodged her lips. He was terrified. The elf glared at him. In a brutish act, she locked his face within her palms, forcing him to stay still and kissing him again. This time, she closed both of her eyes as she savoured his lips sensually. On the other hand, Luveas couldn't move as if he was under a spell. He stayed still until she let him go. When he realised they kissed, his face heated and his fair ears steamed.

He just stood there, first mate, partner, his gaze fixed on the endless horizon his husband had charted for them, his faith in their navigation together absolute. Then a wind found them. It swept down in a raging fury from the wide ocean, a living force that hashed itself through their hair, smarted their eyes with sharp, salt spray, and packed their lungs with the deep, old smell of salt and blood. It was an exorcism. This wind blew away the final lingering shades of boardrooms and headlines, the shadow of Harper's poison, the ghostly pressure of shareholders, the remembered glare of the spotlight. No cameramen to pose for a meticulously staged shot. No investment managers to calm down with

“Across the wind, over the ocean, beyond the clouds of heaven Even if I say excuses, the feeling in me right now is probably more than love. I still remember. The first time we met, I didn't know it would be, the last time I loved someone in the world I can't dream or love anyone anymore Now that I have you, I will go with you to the end of my life My love is always quiet but that doesn't mean it's not vast It's just that I'm sometimes speechless, I hope you can feel it Taller than a mountain, longer than a river, wider than the earth, bluer than the sky I love you, I love you so much Beyond the wind, over the ocean, beyond the clouds of heaven No matter how many things I say, the feeling in

Adhyayan, who was admiring his wife hugged her from behind and whispered, “I love you, my Precious wifey. We will form a beautiful rainbow of our lovely emotions as we will grow together.” Anvesha turned to him with passion in her eyes and smiled as she confessed, “I love you too, my adorable husband. We will definitely enjoy every moment of our life together.” Adhyayan smiled as he whispered, “You know, I always fantasized of kissing my wife high up in the air”, and slammed his bow-shaped lips onto her rose-petal like ones. The romantic kiss thousands of meters above the ground promised togetherness and undying love of Adhyayan and Anvesha for each other.

Our fingers weaved together tightly. When I tilted my head up to kiss him, he also lowered his head and kissed me with absolute gentleness. "Spencer, I think it doesn't hurt anymore…" "Then… Do you want to continue?" Noises that would make anyone blush started up again in the room, and it carried on for a long time. The night would be long. But what was longer was the rest of our lives together. Even during the darkest times, love was still the most important thing. The End.

"Goodbye, for now." Byron whispered, "Dana, I'll wait for you. I'll wait for you to find yourself, for you to love me. This time, I promise I won't let go. I'm confident I can win you over. I'm already your fiancé, after all." After saying my goodbyes to Byron, I boarded the plane. The mountains and rivers stretched out before me, and I knew, this time, I had truly risen from the river.

The young woman asked, settling up in the chair to prepare for any answer she might receive. "There's something hateful of you, the black wind lily represents that hatred in its crudest form. But this letter is totally isolated from the other five, something curious." Tinea grabbed the cup of tea and drank it a bit. Artemisia was still amazed that she didn't really finish tea from those cups. "While hatred seeks you, just as the wind seeks to be in the right direction, there is also something else behind you, close enough that you can feel the heat, but in sentimental matter far away like an ocean. The antithesis of this hatred is don’t-forget-me, but it is a love hidden in pain and betrayal

I only knew I didn’t want him to stop. I turned my face toward him again and kissed him, harder this time, my own desire rising like wildfire. Ronin responded instantly, his hands gripping my waist, pulling me fully into him. The kiss became more passionate, more intense, as though we were both trying to speak through touch what words could never properly express. And then—The wind came. It was sudden. A strange, sharp gust that cut through the clearing like a blade, sending leaves swirling violently around us. The temperature dropped instantly, and the sunlight above flickered as the trees shook.

They had always designed with fashion and comfort as their objectives. PM Corporation once had a popular advertisement for the best-selling bra - If you love her, give her the best, PM fashion bra. When Karen did not answer him, Henry continued, "'Romance of the Wind', means that falling in love with a person is like falling in love with the wind. You can clearly feel her existence and touch her, but you will never see her." Karen turned her head to look at Henry. In his eyes, she saw affection, but only for a brief moment. Karen thought she had seen that mistakenly, plus she didn't want his affection.

One who was longing for kindness, and one who was full of kindness from people around him. The wind blew and dandelions flew in the air. The feelings lingered and the memories brought warmth and peace. Just like a kiss in the wind...