Wind Rain And The Years Between Us Novels & Stories

"Remi, I never expected anything in the first place. After losing Franklin, just being able to stay by your side and give you a child is more than enough. I don't want anything else." Remi reached out and pulled her into his arms. "Ella, I promised I'd take care of you, and I will. I just hate that you've spent the past three years hiding like this." Through the crack in the door, Ariel Slater watched him. The face that was usually so cold had gone completely soft. A bitter smile touched her lips. Three years ago, she caught Remi tangled up with Ella Reed, the widow of his fallen comrade, and demanded a divorce.

In the end, she nodded and said, "Alright. We'll do as you say." The first stop on the Twilight Dance Company's tour was naturally King City. As the most famous dance company of the moment, the moment the tickets went on sale, they were completely sold out. Even Jason, who normally paid no attention to such things, received several tickets from a business partner. His assistant, Gabriel Dowd, swallowed nervously while standing beside his desk. He could not help thinking the business partner had made a grave mistake. Ever since Ivy's urn had been smashed by Felicity a year ago, Jason had gone mad. Of course, Felicity had been sent to prison by the Hough family, while some of Ivy's ashes had b

Morning in Dawson’s house has learned how to be gentle, but it still walks on tiptoe. The sun comes through the blinds in thin pale strips and lands across the bed like quiet warnings. Dawson wakes with a careful inhale, like his ribs are a door he has to open slowly so the hinges don’t scream. He doesn’t complain, not out loud. He just goes still for a second and lets pain pass through him the way he was taught to let weather pass: by refusing to fight the sky.

The storm arrived not from the sea, but from the south—a late-season atmospheric river that slammed into the coast with biblical fury. For three days, the world dissolved into a roaring, grey chaos. Rain lashed the windows of Driftwood House in horizontal sheets. The wind screamed like a thing in pain, and the ocean, invisible beyond the wall of weather, announced itself as a constant, ground-shaking boom against the cliffs.

They had not proven that the note had written the years. His mother closed the book only halfway, leaving the photograph visible. “The rest of the volume tracks the observation through the first five years after you met. You can read it or you can leave it. The protocol will reach this room either way.” Damien did not reach for the book. He looked at me instead, and the look carried the photograph and the folders and the life that had continued in spite of both. Outside the signal on his belt blinked once, steady and unchanged. The vault kept its quiet. The pairing had been marked successful long before either of us had chosen anything at all, and the mark remained on the page while we stood

Didn't you give Harper the peach spritzer first? Todd never responded. A few minutes later, the group chat was disbanded. ... A colleague called me back for a nap. I agreed, switching off my phone. On my way back to the office, the wind began to pick up. While waiting at a red light, I suddenly remembered our graduation day, when a fierce gust of wind had blown my cap clean off. Todd had chased it down and gently placed it back on my head. "That moment was stunning," he had said, his eyes filled with warmth. "When we take our wedding photos in the future, we'll swap the cap for a veil. When it flutters in the wind, you'll look beautiful."

She blinked against the morning light, her instinctual sense of safety warring with the chaotic shouting downstairs. Before she could even voice her confusion, the temperature in the room drastically shifted. Outside the tall stone windows, the calm morning sky suddenly darkened, heavy, bruised purple clouds rolling over the jagged Scottish ridges with supernatural speed. The wind began to howl, a low, thundering roar that rattled the thick glass. It wasn't a vindictive storm, nor was it an act of malice—it was a visceral, titanic response. Tala had felt it. The reclusive Master of All Elements, watching from her isolated sanctuary on the edge of the vast territory, had just felt the massive

I already made a reservation. The messages Simon sent me were always statements. He had already made the decision, and my opinion had never crossed his mind. The most recent text message was from a rainy day, when I asked if he could come pick me up. [I'm already home. Take a cab home.] The next second, Gem posted a photo on her social media. It showed someone with a tilted umbrella shielding her as she got into the passenger seat. [I almost got caught in the rain. Good thing someone came to save me!]

I replied attempting to open the window a bit. "Don't do that!" She cautioned from behind. "I'm eighteen, Grams. I can do whatever I want..." I replied and flung the windows open. A gush of fast wind accompanied with rain droplets purged into the room. "Rissa??!!" She bickered. I smiled and quickly closed back the windows. The previous rush of window stopped but I was glad I had some water frok the rain on me. And then, the wind that had ruined my hair.

|3 years ago| It was a quiet Sunday night. I was busy reading when the door of my room suddenly burst open. Hunter strode inside and plopped down beside me on the bed. "What's up?" He drawled out. "Reading." My respond was short. I returned my attention back to the book I was reading. It was one of my favorites, "Gone with the Wind." "That's nice." He responded casually. Suddenly the book was yanked from my hands.