Bmth Chasing Rainbows Novels & Stories

Mr Spence pat Chance on the back, before walking out. As he wait there for Kristoff to make his way down, his eyes caught someone but wasn't sure if it really was who he thought. "Ready?" "I'm thinking of running away and just do a shotgun wedding in Vagas." Chance laughed, " let's go." He held Kristoff's hand in his and together they walked down the aisle to Beyoncé's Halo. "We are gathered here today." The pastor begun, but Chance nor Kristoff heard anything, as they happily gaze at each other, lost in their own world.

, I said. "You dare not think that way Damien Black. She need a normal life. She isn't a caged bird.", Rain said angrily. Quite offended by what I said. I looked in her direction and was blown away. I knew Rain was beautiful but at that moment she looked breathtaking. The rays of sun were directly falling on her platinum blonde hair making them shine like diamonds. Her pale skin had a red tint on it because of the fury she held. Making her look all more magnificent. I could see the slight frickle near her nose making her look cute. Her blue eyes were lively. Deeper than the depths of the ocean. Holding a sort of pain that she was yet to share. In all she looked like an angel without a halo.

He wasn't aquatinted with fashion and he didn't understand how things worked. He just watched as slender ladies swayed majestically through the columns and other people were taking pictures. He wondered if Ketra's turn was already done and hoped she was still backstage. A moment of silence came in as reporters turned their cameras towards the backstage exit as a tall slender figure appeared in black with lights turned down to dim. Rain's nostrils flared as he caught a merry sweet scent of Vanilla-mint and he could feel his wolf wagging its tail happily. What a blessing!

It hurt so much that I couldn’t stand up from where I was sitting. “Lord, why did this have to happen now?” I said, looking at the gloomy sky. God, please don’t let it rain. “Sh*t! It’s raining,” I muttered when I noticed it was clouding over. I held onto the tree and slowly lifted my body to stand. But I screamed in pain when I suddenly fell and my back hit a large tree root. “Agh! Sh*t! Ouch!” I cried out when I sat down and leaned against the tree.

As I step out of the flower shop, a lone tear rolls down my cheek, and I feel my mind spinning with a jumble of thoughts. The cool air hits me, and I'm caught off guard by the sight of Logan standing on the walkway. The sky has darkened, and rain begins to fall. Logan's eyes lock on mine, and he slowly raises an umbrella, holding it out for me as I approach. I don't bother to hide from the rain, letting the droplets fall on my face, mingling with my tears. For a moment, we just stare at each other, the only sound is the raindrops on the umbrella.

Angela's POV The tapping of my pen against the desk is rhythmic, almost hypnotic, as I stare at the document in front of me. The words blur together, the details slipping through my mind like water through my fingers. No matter how hard I try to focus, my thoughts keep drifting back to the folder with Grayson Enterprises stamped on the cover. It’s been days since Michael decided we’d move forward with the collaboration, and though the meeting hasn’t been scheduled yet, the anticipation hangs over me like a storm cloud.

The guy clearly has a serious jealous streak, and anger issues, I thought as Jesse and I ran for the door. Once outside, we both turned and saw Chase with a face like thunder, catching up to us fast. But strangely, rather than being worried, Jesse just let out a deep chuckle. "Do you have a car?" I yelled out. "Yeah, it's over there," he said, pointing to a BMW i8 Roadster. It was a dark grey in color, with an electric blue line along the side and around the grill. I yanked on his hand and pulled him as I ran as fast as I could towards his car.

I was so excited. "Oh my god. My college starts today. I need to make new friends and fresh memories. "I chuckled. I was half worried, too. I was lost in my thoughts. I was feeling a little tired as well. I rubbed my eyes and tried to lift my mood. I walked slowly, in a sleepy mood, into my bathroom. I washed my face and brushed my teeth. I took a bath. The warm water was so soothing in my skin. It felt so great. I hummed a little song while rubbing my body with my jasmine fragranced soap. I just love jasmine flowers. Even my perfume is jasmine. I giggled and danced in the shower. I should be careful because I may slip and fall in the bathroom and it will be so embarrassing on the first day.

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.

“I searched for you for years.” The bookstore felt too small. Too full of air. Too full of history. Tears blurred Clara’s vision. “Why didn’t you come sooner?” “I needed proof. I needed certainty. And I needed to know you were safe.” Silence fell heavy. Evan’s hand remained at her back, warm and solid. But Clara’s eyes were locked on Alex. On Daniel. On the brother she had mourned. The Love Between Storms That night, rain returned with vengeance. The windows trembled under its assault.