Wind Of Love Novels & Stories

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.

| Hold into Him | “No matter how long it takes, true love is always worth the wait.” *** THE STARS glow along with the dark skies, the luminous moon peeking over the clouds, leaves were wiggling on the branches, the wind blew coldly and swayed the curtain in the window of our room. My tears won’t stop flowing to my cheeks as I remember him, leaving me without a word. He never bothers to call or send messages to me.

Three years into our marriage, my husband, Colin Richardson, changed the username he'd used for six years. It became "AThousandAnswers." I asked him why. Colin ruffled my hair and smiled. "Doesn't your name have 'Ann' in it, silly?" I laughed. I even took a screenshot and posted it on social media with the caption: "My hopelessly unromantic husband just surprised me with the sweetest gesture." Then last weekend, I drove his car to pick up my mom. When I connected my phone to the bluetooth, another paired device popped up: "LoveHasAThousandKnots." Love Has a Thousand Knots. A Thousand Answers. My hand slipped off the steering wheel. That night, while he was in the shower, I opened t

It is air with passion, a drive that powers onwards, every route an option, imagine. I've always adored the wind because it comes at me so forcefully and touches my skin. It jolts me awake in the cold, and attentiveness allows me to savor the moments in both dry and wet weather. It is finer than silk and smoother than water in mild breezes. In the gales it whistles through the trees, sending loose leaves on a whirling funfair ride, captivating, wonderful. It is the freshness over my skin, that produces a magnificent flag of my ruffled hair. It's a winding chorus in the trees, a melody is sung so fearlessly. There are times when I sense that push and swirl within me, that stirring to reveal w

Meanwhile, Josh stopped texting Xyla. In the room, music continued to play— “My love for you is like the wind that travels across thousands or tens of thousands of miles. It’ll never end. “Like the sun that rises and falls, day and night. “I love you like the clouds that travel across thousands or tens of thousands of miles. It’ll never stop. “Like snow on the ground with no end in sight.” Xyla was addicted to the wonderful tune and beautiful lyrics… She immediately tapped on a button to share the song to her social media page. Moreover, she added a short caption, “I like this a lot…”

my voice now raising in volume. “Then fucking show me,” she practically screamed at me. “What could be so bad or terrifying that you do which would leave me traumatized? What’s to say that seeing what you do, I mean actually do, doesn’t kick start something inside of me to be like you are? You have no…” I couldn’t take it anymore. The anger was fueling how I felt about her. I couldn’t love her. Love was a weakness that someone could use against me. The way she stood up to me was so fucking hot. I felt like I was going to explode.

Love is like a wind that flows in its direction with its own speed. Nobody can capture it in their hands. It’s a feeling that not only brings happiness but hurtful stances too. When two hearts are bound to be together no matter what others do or plan evil things it won’t affect their bliss. Love nourished and cherished in pure heart only.

* Love is like the wind; it can be felt, but can't be touched. * **** —- Evans —- As I watched my bride take baby steps towards me with tears in her eyes, I was overwhelmed with memories of the past few months. I was yet reminded of everything that happened, how I hurt the person who had loved me the most after my savior. My parents had claimed they loved me, but did they really? If they did then they would have known that getting divorced will affect me and my younger siblings a whole lot.

"Josie, it's me." One day, I received an international call from Xander. He sounded a little hoarse. "I don't have much time, so I'll be quick. "I know I've broken your heart, and I don't blame you for having all that scandalous information, but I'm really sure of my heart. I really do love you. "You might've seen the news. I'm abroad right now, but I have a lot of money. Come and find me, why don't you? We can find a place to hide, in our own little paradise. We can live together.

Vanessa trembled as she unrolled the paper, her face losing all color. She no longer cared about anything else. Crawling from the bed, she knelt before him, crying and pleading for mercy. She kept defending herself, saying she had only done it because she loved him so much. She never expected that once Christina found out, she would leave. Lucien looked down at her with a cold, detached gaze. "You love me? But I don't love you. If you hadn't climbed into my bed while I was drunk, how could we have ended up like this?"