Words Are But Wind

Love can hit you when you least expect it. It could be a soft easy wind that caresses you and gets stronger over time till it absorbs into your body and heart. Other times it can hit you like a gale-force wind and take every breath you will ever have. Laken stole my breath. She was my gale-force wind, and I will gladly give her every breath I have just to keep her safe, alive, and mine. If I have to live without her then I don’t want my breath. I don’t want anything but her. I will go to hell and back to get her from the grips of death.

WARNING ⚠️ PG 18 THIS BOOK CONTAINS SENSITIVE CONTENT, READERS DISCRETION IS ADVISED. "For every pain you have made me feel," I whispered, "you will feel ten times more." The wind carried my words away. "I will make sure every member of your family feels the same pain and torment you forced upon me." I stepped back, further into the shadows. "The sins of the father," I murmured, "will be visited upon his children.” ******************************************** Betrayed by her boyfriend, Ruby watched her family gruesomely murdered. She was defiled by her parent's killers and left to the cold hands of death, However, it seems fate had so much in store for her, As she was Saved by a Ruthless Mafia lord, Kairo, driven by Rage, and Betrayal, and pain of losing her loved ones, Ruby vowed to get her revenge on Harlow's family. Unexpectedly, Ruby finds love amid her revenge, caught between carrying out her revenge or accepting her feelings. Will she be able to get her revenge on the Harlow family? Or will she give it all up for the sake of love?

A whirl wind romance Between a conglomerate CEO and a porn star desperate to experience a different life than the cruel one she is a captive of...

Instead of leaving you, she stayed by your side and filled in your broken soul. Instead of holding you back, He's the wind to your wings.

"What is your name?" He asked. "Nyx." "Nyx what?" "Nyx Evander." "Good." He hummed, "I am going to reject you." He said and I felt a stabbing pain in my chest. I wanted to beg him not to, to tell him that I will do anything for him not to reject me. "And you are going to accept my rejection and forget about me, we can never be together! I am an Alpha King, I do not need a mate like you." I cried more as his words rolled off his tongue, "Stop your crying, it is fucking irritating!" He said and I sobbed. "You are going to leave after the rejection and never set foot within my territory again, mutt!" He warned, "Is that clear?" I nodded at him and watched him do what I feared the most. "I, Lycus Dardanos." He began, "Alpha King of the werewolf community, the next in command after the wolf's council and the Alpha of Blackmoon pack reject you Nyx E…" He never got to finish his words as a blinding white light suddenly shone through the room followed with a harsh gush of wind that threw me back against the wall. ****** Lycus Dardanos, The Alpha King had always wanted a mate but she wasn't what he was expecting when he first saw her, he wasn't expecting her to be what he hated the most, a weak rogue omega with a child and also she was the abominable and cursed silver wolf. As far as he was concerned they were of the untrustworthy kind and he wasn't going to have anything to do with them, the only thing on his mind was rejection but the moon goddess had other plans and the power of the mate bond is quite irresistible.

Your wish is my command... Lots of people think that with these words, their life would change. Though, they're not entirely wrong. Just be cautious, for when the wrong wishes are granted, there is only one path left for you to take: Doom. Olivia Lilan Wind; the crown princess of the Kingdom of Air. As the sole heir to one of the most powerful elements and being mated to the next Lycan king, she's got a lot on her back. But what if she were to go to another dimension. Learn to coexist with the beings that live in that world. What if, she were to learn to love someone without being bound to mateship? Which path will she choose? For her Kingdom? Or for herself?--- Everyone thinks that it's normal to waste their childhood years, training... If it's what everyone does then it's normal but in the other world... In that world training their whole childhood and teenage years is what they call... NORMAL? One must always remember the prophecy of the four great war heroes that had saved the world of magic from being an inevitable barren world... 'The child to be born on the rarest light, carrying the symbol of the moon. Mated with the long-lost child of darkness and wielding an immense amount of magic affinity same as that of a goddess. Shall save this world once again from the barren fate that is lurking in the unknown future.'

The day I was released from prison was New Year's Eve. My fiancée had promised to pick me up. Instead, she was busy ringing in the New Year with the man she had always loved. By the time I found my way back home from memory, she was in the middle of a cheering crowd, wrapped in his arms. "Nancy, Samuel's getting out today. Aren't you going to pick him up?" someone asked. Nancy Wheeler let out a soft laugh, her red lips curling slightly. "Pick him up? What's more important, him or New Year's? He's been in there for years. One more day won't kill him." "Aren't you afraid he'll be angry?" Colder than the wind and snow outside were Nancy's indifferent words. "He's the one who made a mistake. What right does he have to be angry? The fact that I was still willing to be with him was already a mercy." As the words left her mouth, she lifted her gaze, only to meet mine. The smile froze on her face. The cold light from inside fell across me, and something in my heart froze with it. She said she was still willing to have me. However, I no longer wanted her.

Ever since birth, life has not been fair to Hazel, she met Andrea in college, and it was quite the wind whirl romance; her past came knocking with ugly fingers, and they had to part ways; Hazel left Andrea with a broken heart and a secret of her own.

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

Maya a human who was bitten by a werewolf, found herself torn between Ian and Mike. Her one chance at having a normal life goes to the wind, when she began having signs of being a werewolf. With the people of Spadeville incensed about the wolves attacking them, being a werewolf wasn't something they wished for at that moment.