Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

Danny tightened his hold on the curtains and he was so surprised when he saw the rain poured down heavily over the clouds. "Aish!" Danny angsty whispered to himself and retrieved the coat that was draped over the fluffy seat on his desk. He opened the door quickly and ran downstairs. The song completely overturned the change and he was not surprised to hear that from the speakers. Danny rushed in outside of the front door, slammed it, and ran fast the fountains while covering himself with the coat. He quickly crouched down at Marian, who was still covering her face and dropping her head down, and draped the coat over her. Marian stopped her sobbing immediately and looked up from the ground t

When we reached the lake in the forest, raindrops started to fall. Darren quickly put me under a giant tree's canopy and looked at the umbrella in Colt's hands. "You've got an umbrella," Darren said. "Yep, you're right!" Colt waved it proudly in his hands. "It's starting to rain," Darren said. "Yes, indeed!" Colt stretched out his hands to get hold of the rain. Darren said, "Now it's time to use the umbrella." "Aha! Do you mean this umbrella? Nah. It doesn't have any canopies," Colt shook his head and said, "It's a moisture spray."

Inside the compound, men in black suits moved in silence, their faces unreadable, their eyes following Dallion's car with unflinching respect. The car came to a stop under the covered entrance of the mansion. Before the car door could fully open, one of the guards in a black trench coat had his umbrella ready, shielding Dallion from the rain. Dallion stepped out, his Italian leather shoes clicking against the wet pavement. His sharp suit remained dry, thanks to the efficient guard. He didn’t even spare the man a glance. "How's the weather treating you, Raven?" Dallion asked, his voice a deep, calm rumble as he walked towards the front steps.

The sky was already dark but here I am, standing in front of our school gate. The only thing that lights up the surroundings are the lamp posts. It's still raining but it doesn't matter. In fact, it helps me to sneak because the guards won't hear my footsteps. I'm wearing my raincoat and rain boots because the rain is heavy. It will be hard if I brought an umbrella. I slowly climb the gate and landed smoothly. I know I shouldn't tip-toe and yet I did. This is nerve-wracking! I'm scared I might be caught.

He still had his biker drawers in a wad, poor man. We knew the invite to Wild Fur was a setup. We had to play this carefully. Cartwright’s domain was the most dangerous place we could go. Dax and Moon would have our backs. Duke strapped his guns to his ankles and I adjusted my tail. He placed my black raincoat over my shoulders. The coat was highly suspicious in the Phoenix summer but the costume had to be covered to enter the club. House rules. We’d seen rules broken the evening before. Open sex on the floor and weapons were prohibited. It hadn’t stopped anyone and I’d spotted a few guns mixed with leather and silver buckles. We’d be breaking more rules with them tonight.

Dane scoffed a little offended. “Nope, I’m pretty sure I’m waterproof.” I said smartly as I looked over my arms and legs. We laughed and got ready to go. She stepped out of the bathroom with her hair pulled into a braid that trailed down the side of her face to her chest and she was brightly smiling. She was sporting jeans with holes that were tucked ridiculously into her socks and a giant sweatshirt. All I could do was smile. I didn’t have much here so jeans and a t-shirt it was. I didn’t have a raincoat but my jacket had a hood and would have to do. She marched to the door and slipped on her knee-high black rainboots. That explains the silly socks. Clever girl, I mused. She then pulled a b

"Who’s got the blindfold, Ignatius? Don't tell me you forgot the one thing we actually need." Cane’s voice cracked through the steady drum of rain hitting the rusted dumpster. Water cascaded off the brim of his hat, soaking the shoulders of a coat that had seen better decades. He shifted his weight, his boots squelching in a soup of grey slush and discarded cigarette butts.

I pulled one of Rowan's coats on and slipped my feet into a pair of my dad's rubber boots that were sitting by the door before I ran outside. I slowed on the stairs, careful not to slip, but started running again once I hit the driveway, one arm cradling my huge stomach as I ran through the gate and down the snow-covered road. *** The cruiser was docked at the port, covered in snow. Duck was running through the snow on the dock, playfully barking as he pounced, sticking his long snout into the snowdrifts sneezing, thoroughly enjoying himself. "Duck!" I called to him, breathing heavy as I skidded to a stop on the slippery planks of the dock. Duck barked at me in reply, his tail wagging.