Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

"I don't know how to draw… could you teach me?" With a hesitant smile, I reached out and placed my hand over his, stumbling over my own words. "…Sure." Nervous but determined, I guided his hand across the canvas, tracing light, shaky lines. My eyes focused on the paper, yet his gaze never left me. His breath quickened. "Emily, I think… I might like you, just a little." Above the hum of cicadas and rustling leaves, all I could hear was the furious pounding of my heart. The country wind swept through, carrying the daydream of a lifetime.

It was made of elegant velvet, but because he had been clutching it so tightly in his palm, the surface was entirely damp with nervous sweat, leaving a visible thumbprint pressed into the fabric. “Sera.” His eyelashes were heavily frosted with winter condensation; every single time he blinked, tiny shards of ice would flake off and fall away. “I’m not exactly a smooth talker. I practiced a whole speech in my head, but standing out here in the snow, it completely froze out of my mind.” He flipped open the velvet box. Inside was a simple, classic ring. “Marry me.” The aurora borealis unfurled directly above his head, casting a vibrant green glow that cascaded over the snow, settled softly acro

"Babe, I know you want me to understand you that love could wave. I know, but you ought to understand that, it could mean that you just like him being friend that'why it just seem as you like him beyond just friend. Love being wavering could come in many ways...you know?" I had to just let it out to her because know what she was doing seemed very wrong because she akessy knew Mike had a girl so why is she acting Loving-dolly to him? I think it is very unfair. And, I wondered why she kept mute when I said if she could do that to me.

The love was the movement. And it flowed. For the fleeting. For the boundless. For the interval. The story was not spoken. It breathed. Every day. In every rise. In every presence. The cursed wolf breathed love. The light breathed love. Love was the flow. And it moved. In the hush. In the fleeting. In the boundless. Always. The manor breathed love. The garden breathed love. The light breathed love. The love was the movement. And it flowed. The rhythm.

If anyone could melt and soften someone’s heart no matter how cold or bad that person might be and no matter what sexuality that is,it will definitely melt and soften that person’s heart. What about yours? Have you melt and someone’s heart? Or are you the one who gets melt and soften his/her heart by someone? Read and support my first BL story:Loving Rain!

The Cliffside Winds On the windswept cliffs, they bound her carefully in silk ropes to wooden frames overlooking the crashing ocean. The strong sea wind whipped across her naked skin, cooling her while the sun warmed her from above. Men approached from all directions — some taking her mouth while the wind carried her moans across the waves, others lifting her legs to enter her with deep, rocking thrusts that matched the rhythm of the ocean below. The constant movement of the wind and waves added an unpredictable, exhilarating edge to every encounter.

The wind playing with the curtains and bringing back that whoosh sounds that made me feel so at peace last night. “Let’s not fight like this again. It really hurts.” Zephyr murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. “We won’t. I will never let it happen. I promise.” For some reason I couldn’t understand, I felt like I could hear a voice in my head muttering. ‘Enjoy it while it lasts. The storm is coming and your love may not survive it.’

Alpha stepped forward towards her and held her hand in both of his hands, speaking softly while looking at her, “Love is a sacred mystery for those who love in true of its terms. For those who love truly, it remains forever wordless. A silent battle where the lover and the loved one stand against the wind to protect each other. There are no facts, no figures explaining to let go of each other. They stand together forever! And if not, then there is no love, but a heartless jest”. Murphy was deeply moved by that, knowing that to be very true. She hadn’t had to lose her life for them to live, if her demise against the winds was defining her strength of the love, there wasn’t any at all then.

Windy dared to protest? I slapped the hunk behind her repeatedly with each tug of my tension. A blush filled the surface of her fair skin. Every time Windy screamed, Rena was next to face Windy's bite. I loved the way their voices alternated, like a beautiful blend playing in my ears. The faster I moved, the hotter the friction that sucked me in there. The previous moisture drained away leaving a dry ache that continued to knead, forcing me to explode the passion that I still wanted to postpone.

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. That night they became one.