Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

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

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.

She opened her palms as if she could catch the drop that falls. She found a huge tree that could somehow cover her from the rain. She crossed the other side as a car passed by the road. She stood there as the rain pours in big drops, maybe because of the huge tree, but it became easier to give the leaves raindrops to touch. Blanche heard heavy breathing first before she realized a black umbrella was over her head. She turned to her side to face the holder. "Hey," the man said, he was wearing a big black coat with a hoodie that was over his head and a smile that could sell a million toothpaste.

Nature drove them out when Raven was about to lead Gia back to the car. Rain poured heavily. The droplets struck Gia’s cheeks, leaving a stinging, itchy sensation. Raven opened his coat, using it as a makeshift umbrella. His coat was much thicker than the one Gia was wearing. “Let’s go!” Raven stood, ready to sprint. They needed to reach the car before getting drenched completely. “Wait!” Gia removed her shoes. The heels were too high for running; she’d likely trip and fall embarrassingly.

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

“No classes for you today, huh?” “No, thank goodness. You look like you’re ready for the rain, though—that, or about to head out into some big storm on the Atlantic!” Stacie held her arms out to her sides, displaying her raincoat. “I know, right? You should see my books—I’ve got them triple wrapped in plastic bags. At least we’ll stay dry, my books and I.” “Ha! That sounds like something out of Dr. Seuss—‘at least we’ll stay dry, my books and I.’”

Cole and Adrian scrambled to their feet, Cole still holding Biscuit, and ran for the nearest cover, a small wooden picnic shelter about fifty yards away. They crashed into the shelter just as the rain turned into a solid wall of water. The shelter was empty, just a wooden roof over a concrete slab with two picnic tables. Cole set Biscuit down, and the puppy immediately started shaking water everywhere, soaking them both again. Adrian leaned against one of the wooden posts, his chest heaving, his clothes completely drenched. His cashmere sweater was ruined, clinging to his lean torso like a second skin. His white dress shirt underneath was transparent, plastered to his chest, revealing the ou

“She’s looking adorable in her little rain boots.” “Shut up, asshole.” Chantal did look cute in designer rubber boots that matched a black flared dress and a leather jacket. At the docks, she’d purposely splashed through a puddle on her way to the customs office. Gage had tried not to smile. At least someone enjoyed the rain, and it was nice to see spontaneity in that rigid demeanor.

"I am sorry sir, but you only have one umbrella, and it's not fair to take it from you." He nodded understandingly but then reached into his hoodie and pulled out a raincoat. "Actually, I also have a raincoat. It's new, so it should fit you perfectly." Before Beauty could protest, Mr. Bruno handed her the raincoat. She took it hesitantly, her fingers brushing against his. The raincoat looked pristine and stylish, and she was surprised when she realized it was her size. It was almost as if it had been tailored for her. "Did he just buy this?"

The city lay at our feet, ghosted behind waterfalls of glass and weather. Damian turned back to search for something—his overcoat, maybe. He didn’t bother with it. Rain already jeweled his dark hair, clinging at his temples, slicking the cut of his jaw. His sleeves were rolled to the elbow, the pale of his throat exposed, cuff-links gleaming—a man out of place, entirely at home in the storm. He looked made for thunder: sharp and beautiful and slightly unhinged by the weather, every inch of ruthless control loosened.