All That The Rain Promises And More Novels & Stories

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

“Not with him.” She studied me for a long moment, then nodded slowly. “Then don’t give him everything, Rainey. Use him if you must. But don’t give him the real you.” That landed deep, like a pin driven into the center of my chest. “I won’t. Not again.” “So, promise me one thing.” “What?” “When this is all over… promise you’ll try dreaming again. Even if it’s different. Even if it hurts.” I hesitated. Then I nodded. “I promise.”

'You will remember my teasings when I will go away from you' 'If this heart stop working I have to go away from you' 'Pakka promise I will never leave you' "Dil hai banjar suni basti Kon yaha ab aaega Badal bhi jis ghar se Ruthe Baarish kon bulaega" (My heart is alone and silent Now who will come here, the house from which even the clouds are angry, Who will call rain now) Only she can make me happy. She is my rain, clouds , sunshine. Her face, her voice, her fragrance, her teasings, her childishness, her clumsiness, the way she makes everyone laugh , smile. Only she can change my mood. Her every thing, every single thing was roaming in my head.

His eyelids fluttered, a faint response, but his eyes remained closed, locked in a battle only he could fight. I held onto the moment, the memory of us swaying to a rhythm that felt like it was made just for us. “Please, Emilio,” I whispered, my words drenched in the rain that continued to fall. “You promised we’d be together. We'd be together under the stars, away from all this chaos. You need to keep that promise. Please!” The rain kept hitting us, reminding us of the unfair fate we were facing. I was shaking, partly because of the cold, but mostly because I was scared.

Remembered. The rain started again. Soft. Steady. Like a promise kept. Elena looked at the sky. Whispered to the rain. “Thank you.” For everything. The rain answered.

“Do I look like I’m ready for a hike?” “A walk then,” he answered. “They have plenty of easy, flat surfaced paths.” “I’m not going,” I responded with the shake of my head. “Shane obviously put a lot of thought into this,” Kale snickers. “I actually did!” Shane shouts out, eyes peering in at Kale. “I just can’t let on how much, otherwise it ruins everything. So please Raine, just get in the car. I promise we’ll all have a good time.” I cross my arms, and let out a sigh.

My mind is full of negative thoughts like darkness embossed with fear and do I find peace in it, I will say yes because this is what I have become; a perfect yours in an utterly peaceful existence. -Rain Rain POV I looked ahead of me to see an ocean of trees. It was beautiful. But I also knew that beauty comes with a cost. I looked around of me and realized I had never been here before. I looked up at the sky to see the sun was setting.

All the dramas in my life happened when it rained. The raindrops hit hard in the window and it makes me anxious, my heart starts to beat harder and harder, making me think that maybe even more drama is waiting for us. And before the despair could grab my mind and my heart, I feel Tristan’s fingers caressing my face. “I am here, princess,” he whispers. “ Everything will be fine.”

I could still feel it under my skin—like a signature, like a promise, like the moment a match thinks about being struck and decides it wants to be fire. “Paper,” I said softly, the word leaving a temporary fog on the window. “Promises.” And because I refused, on principle, to be the first to look away, I stood and let the city look back until dawn found us both.

He was more of a monster than the stories circulated in the shadows, a ruthless killer who relished control over others to do his bidding. Stepping out of the car, I gazed at the foreboding gray clouds overhead, a harbinger of impending rain. The scent of moist earth signaled the storm's approach, intensifying the gloom of the day. It seemed that this meeting with David Ross would only add to the darkness.