Chasing Rainbows Bmth Novels & Stories

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

Which he isn't wrong, but still, indeed a car, I just don't want it I need it. "Morning", the deep but shuttle voice like a dark angel came to our mist. I turned around to find a nicely dressed Bryan. He wore an unbuttoned leather jacket that complimented his nice arms, with a grey shirt underneath that had some logo on it. His hair covered a side of his face which I think highlighted his deep blue eyes, due the very dark shade of black of his hair. He had that, 'I'm not trying to be hot but happen to be', kinda look, he could blow the whole cheerleading squad away with this look. You could never imagine him cutting g the way he looked.

Raven took a careful step forward. “Mia…” Her voice was soft, but it didn’t reach her. Mia didn’t stop. Her arms moved faster. Her jaw clenched tighter. She was no longer trying to clean up. She was trying to destroy something and call it fixing. Then came the scream. It was loud. Raw. From deep within. A sound that tore through the room and wrapped its cold hands around Raven’s chest. It was grief, rage, pain—all of it bursting out in one breath.

While everyone gathered around in Aquari known as The Realm Of The Kings a certain young merman found his eyes seeking the peak of the Seven Mountains where bolts of lightning erupted. He gasped and looked toward his family to see if anyone else was seeing what he saw but it seemed they were all engrossed in the Millions of Soulbutterflies dancing above Aquarial along with the Merfairy's golden clouds of dust and Purple Roses creating a mixture of silver, gold, and purple. It was a sight far more beautiful than any other yet the merman couldn't have compared all that beauty to the bolts of lightning and how they attracts him as if they beckoned him so strongly that he could not resist the ca

" Winston’s hand slowly went limp. The umbrella slipped completely from his grasp, hitting the wet concrete floor with a soft, hollow thud. Ethan walked up to my side. He didn't hold an umbrella over my head for me. Instead, he simply placed a closed umbrella directly into my hand. "Natalie, the choice is entirely yours." I took the umbrella from him and snapped it open. The sound of the rain drumming against the canvas canopy was incredibly light and gentle. Winston stood frozen in the downpour, his bloodshot eyes watching me through the sheets of water. But I never looked back. Because that storm had already stopped in the past.

Prologue – Echoes in the Rain Rain fell over Ashford Hollow, soft at first, then heavier, drumming against the rooftops and cobblestone streets like a persistent whisper that refused to be ignored. The sky hung low and swollen with clouds, pressing down on the town as though it, too, carried something it could no longer hold.

Finn was trying to endure the pain of losing a person he cared about, it was like a torn on his neck trying to blame himself. "The rain suddenly came out, this feels unnatural. Rain is rare in this kingdom, I'm very not pleased that it suddenly came out." The Queen, Esmia mumbled to herself trying to convince herself that she can find her alive.

“Yup.” And indeed not many days later I am back on the bench by the lake. Could there really be a wormhole here? Winter is past its peak, and temperatures have become much more bearable. This time I take more time to travel exactly to a point where I want to be. Several attempts failed, I couldn't get the right images of it. Apparently it doesn't work if those moments have little meaning for me. I didn't plan to travel to such a heavily loaded moment, but it's the easiest way. Hopefully I'll get the chance to do something else there too. The rainbow colours are already coming. The Past

The afternoon sun shone through and cast a soft white glow over the entire room, making the piano shine. I slowed my playing toward the end of the song, singing, 🎶Momma said there'd be boys like you, too good to be true, doing what you do best, taking me for a ride, telling me pretty little lies, but for you for you for you I'd take that risk.🎶 'Okay, Aurora, enough feeling sorry for yourself. You listened to Avril Lavigne's 'My Happy Ending' on repeat last night - enough sulking.' Pulling out my acoustic guitar, I played 'Thursday' by Jess Glynne and walked around while belting the lyrics, finding the song appropriate since it was in fact Thursday, and ultimately ending the song with a s