Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

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.

I snapped, walking faster. And then raindrops. Cold, sharp, steady. Of course. “It’s only drizzling,” I said. “Let’s run before we’re stuck.” “I can’t get wet,” Damian said without looking up from his phone. “I’m booking us a ride.” “Stop acting like a spoiled rich heir.” “That’s exactly what I am.” I glanced at him, expectantly. “Well? Aren’t you going to hold up your coat?” He arched a brow, lips twitching in amusement. “You’ve watched too many k dramas. I’m not ruining my jacket for this.”

“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.’”

' He mused to himself. He parked the car near a tree and took out an umbrella and coat before leaving the car. Droplets of rain pelted his face but he took the coat and wrapped it around the ghost's body. He pulled up the collar of the overcoat to further shield him from the bitter weather. At the corner of the road, the view of a young guy shielding another from the rain with an umbrella was clear under the boring rain. The petite ghost raised his head at the boy and hissed.

Scarlet who was in sight, was wearing a slender coat and was drenched everywhere. The cloth wet by the downpour stuck firmly to her body, The delightful figure is unhampered. Hunching down under a building and rapidly clearing the downpour off her body, scarlet gazed at the sky with a severe face. Didn't the weather conditions estimate say it couldn't rain today?

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

Jess spotted Kiaan and Sammy sitting on the parks only bench. She approached, Ricky sticking close to her side like a bodyguard or protector. The pair smiled as they looked up, both shivering in their winter coats with their hoods pulled up to shield them from the cold rain. Even Ricky had ditched his usual Nike hoodie in favour of a puffer jacket, and he was famous for not feeling the cold. One time he'd turned up to school during a snowstorm wearing only a shirt and shorts.

“When you shoved me toward the zombies, your hand looked pretty steady to me.” I stopped below the tank and looked up at them. “Take off the coat.” Tyler froze, clutching my puffer jacket tighter around himself. “Hannah, it’s freezing...” “Take. It. Off.” I shouted so loudly it ripped through the rain. Right on cue, Duke let out a savage bark and crouched like he was about to spring. Tyler screamed and fumbled with the jacket, yanking it off and throwing it down at me. I lifted it with the tip of the machete, my face full of disgust.