All That The Rain Promises And More Novels & Stories

But fierce—blood, sweat, and rain between them. Not a fairytale. But a promise.

He explained and they listened attentively. “What forbidden promise do you guys have?” Adrian asked. Amana was not able to use her promise and was not able to determine what kind of promise they have. “I have the strengthening promise and my husband has the killing promise where he can kill someone else’s promise and I can make someone else’s promise stronger.” Caselyn stated. They asked them questions and found out things that the academy is hiding. They also found out that outsiders used to be promise users but they can't remember anything about promises because of the poison that was planted inside of them by the higher ups.

Rain raised his hand and stuck a tattooed finger over her lips. “Please don’t scream, I know you are nervous and a lot of other things right now, but I’m not here to hurt you darlin ', that is the exact opposite of what is going on in my mind right now.” “I’ll untie you but you have to promise not to scream. “Can you do that for me?” Elle shook her head yes. Rain leaned in close to her so, achingly close she could smell the woods on him and he stilled as if he might lose control himself with heavy breath and those god damn blue glowing eyes he looked as if he was looking into her very soul.

“I just wanted to know if you're okay, yesterday you were a bit... “Don't worry, I'm brand new. “I smiled and looked at his hands, trying to read the title of the book, but the veins outlined in his hands took my focus away, making me think about what those hands were capable of doing. “I brought you these books... “Jackson showed them to me, then handed them to me. ““Fate” and “dog on board” “I murmured, looking at the titles and names of the authors. “Destiny is by the author Rivers Mandson, it is a book that helped me a lot at times, it involves connection, the law of attraction” Jackson explained, making it clear that he understood that yesterday I went through a terrible situation and n

No one moved. I looked at the man and, without thinking, remembered: he had obsessed over Carmilla back in college. "You remember when you and Enzo Romano fought? Carmilla took a bullet for you. Her wound still aches whenever it rains." The man's voice shook with fury. Carmilla wore a look of pain; she clutched at her shoulder like it hurt. A flash of guilt crossed Mario's face. "You think you stand where you stand as Don by yourself?" the man continued. "It's Carmilla—she drank and drank until her stomach bled to win you support. She pleaded and begged to keep you in business.

She wanted it to be a pool under her feet as she slit open Suzette's body from her neck down until all that remained was a dried-up husk of a human being. This is a beautiful morning in Markkhstan Dari town. The sky is blue and bright as can be, with just the slightest bit of gray clouds floating over its face. There are no signs of impending rainfall, but if you look up and squint, it looks as though there might be some. A few minutes after sunrise, the first raindrops start falling onto the village square. Everyone starts moving inside the shops and inn to avoid heavy rain. Everyone has left the market area. The first raindrops are already splashing down upon the ground, turning mud into p

Crowds of people had gathered there, all eager for a glimpse of the spectacle. A couple next to us gasped in awe just as I stepped forward. “Oh my! It’s beautiful!” The aurora lit up the sky, bursting with colors like a celestial tapestry. I was mesmerized. I stood there and was unaware that someone had approached me from behind. “Do you like the aurora?” The voice, cold yet boyish, belonged to fourteen-year-old Christopher. “Of course I do! My mom said that if you and your partner see the aurora together, you’ll find everlasting love and happiness.”

Liora stood barefoot in the rain, her small hands raised to the clouds. The wind howled around her, the rain falling in sheets — yet none of it touched her. A golden shimmer surrounded her like a veil. She began to hum — a slow, steady rhythm. > thrum … silence … thrum … silence … The storm hesitated. The waves softened. Within minutes, the rain eased into gentle drizzle. When the villagers returned, the sea was calm again. They called it a miracle. Her mother called it terrifying. That night, Liora dreamed of fire and moonlight —

There is no command in the last, only need. I wrap my arms around myself because there are no towels left and because the memory of his hands is a flame. “Promise?” I ask, because the word is small and childish and maybe that’s all I can entreat for now. He nods once. “I promise.” He moves toward the door, slow and deliberate, and for a heartbeat I think he turns and will come back and collapse into me in a blaze of violence and mercy. He does not. He closes the door softly behind him, leaving me with the sound of rain and the echo of his promise.

That is a promise. Much love as always, Celice