After The Rain Novels & Stories

Xander said the moment we returned, staring at me as if he could see right through me. "Well, you'd better comfort me, then." I hooked my finger on his tie. "After all, we're still young, right?" Xander's ears turned red again as he hummed in agreement under my gaze. I then tackled him and kissed his face all over. … Five years later, the system told me that Elijah's world had finally collapsed. At the time, I was holding my daughter, Maya Fuller, and teaching her to paint when I heard the news. I paused for a moment to remember before the memories came back to me.

The sensation of the rain on her face was both soothing and cleansing, providing a momentary respite from her emotional turmoil. She remained knelt and seated on the ground, her body trembling with sobs. The dizziness that had plagued her earlier had not subsided, making it difficult to stand. As the rain continued to pour, she was surprised to discover that she was no longer getting wet. She slowly opened her eyes, her vision blurred by tears, and saw that a large umbrella was being held over her. The rain, which had been more relentless, now seemed to be falling around her, leaving her dry and protected.

Third-person POV "Lena!" Emily's voice came through gritted teeth, her hands clenched into fists. "What are you doing here?!" Lena Parker had always been Emily's rival. Ever since college, Lena was always one step ahead of her—better grades, better opportunities, always winning. Emily had barely managed to wait her out until Lena went abroad. So why was she back now? Lena shot Emily a lazy glance, a smirk tugging at her lips. "Long time no see. You're looking pretty pregnant."

I lay there in his arms, his cum still leaking down my thighs, the rain drumming steadily outside. The festival was long over. The lights were gone. But the real storm had just begun — and the next sound in the dark might be the one that shatters our world completely

Alison schooled her. “I don’t want to break up, break ups are too stressful I saw you cry through your breakups, I don’t want same for myself” Myra said. “I cried but it made me grow, I learned and now I’m wiser and a much better lover” Alison bragged. Myra made funny faces at her as they walked to Alison’s dormitory. Myra stayed there for a while and by the time she left it was raining she grabbed an umbrella and walked briskly to her hostel when she got there she saw a man standing in front of her hostel soaking wet in his shirt and trousers. Myra gasped as he turned around.

“The moment when the moon comes out is the best. It hits the river directly, and the surface seems to shimmer. If you throw a stone in it to cause enough ripple, it looks more ethereal.” Picking up a pebble, Mary threw it in and watched the shimmering break into a thousand small lights. “It’s so beautiful,” she said. “Sometimes, I tell myself that even though bathing in a river is not my thing, the view looks great. And if you look up,” he tilted his head,” the view gets better.” Mary copied him and was stunned by the sights around her. “It is at the base of the mountain. The shimmering and the insurmountable tower,” she said almost excitedly.

It's a moment of solitude and reflection, where thoughts drift and emotions rise to the surface, carried away by the relentless rain. As the solitary journey through the rainstorm continues, Terry Nashville remains focused, resilient, and determined to reach his destination. He navigates the dark and treacherous night, his senses heightened, and he resolve unyielding, knowing that eventually, the storm will pass and a new dawn will break - by this, he intended with his brother.

the man turned around and left. Richard Hill's eyes narrowed with coldness as he stared at the computer screen in front of him. Outside, the rain began to fall heavily, accompanied by a loud thunderclap that shook the windows. The night seemed even more melancholic with the sound of raindrops tapping against the glass and the occasional flash of lightning illuminating the room. Despite the somber atmosphere, Richard continued to work diligently, undeterred by the stormy weather.

It's already midnight, Katlyn and Grey are sleeping in one bed when she suddenly flinched because of the dream she is having. *** She was running out of the unknown house and when she went outside, a red car hit her all of a sudden, caused her to fall on the ground. But before she lost consciousness, she saw the plate number of the car who was driving away from her. The plate number was TU23 DRT. She crawled and asked for help after being hit, until she couldn't take any longer and she lost her sight.

I need to end this once and for all. Before long, raindrops begin to splatter on the windshield, and soon the downpour begins, turning the entire world grey. The rain, like my emotions, is relentless—unforgiving. I turn on my wipers, not giving myself time to dwell on it. Lightening flashes across the sky, causing me to jump on my seat before the round rumble of thunder follows immediately after it