Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

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.”

​The carriage door swung open slowly. ​A tall man stepped out into the pouring rain. He wore a heavy, dark woolen coat that reached his boots, and a wide-brimmed hat that cast his face in complete shadow. He didn't rush to get out of the storm. He didn't seek shelter. ​Instead, he stood perfectly still in the middle of the flooded street, slowly raising his head.

' 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?

I move into the living room and head straight for the weapon couch. He’s already ready as I clip two daggers to my thighs and strap a gun to my holster. I pull on my black coat that falls below my knees and fastens with a silver clasp at the center. It hides all my weapons. And according to Dove, it makes me look hot. The coat is also fireproof and bulletproof thanks to demonic enchantments. “That coat suits you,” Caleb comments, running a hand through his wet hair. He grabs a sword and slides it into the sheath on his back.

My expression darkened when I hissed, "This isn't your coat. Look!" I reached into the coat pocket and pulled out an ID and a high-speed rail ticket. Both items had my name printed on them. Thomas was the one who convinced me to change coats, explaining that Giselle would get upset if I stole her spotlight. Since the situation had already escalated to this point, there was no need for me to worry about Giselle's feelings any longer. "I bought this coat at a shopping mall," I said. "I still have the receipt. Also, your coat is hanging on the back of your chair!"

Raining cats and dogs. "Shit!" I exclaimed as I stepped back and tried to stay underneath the overhanging rake of the roof. "I don't even have a coat, I'm going to get drenched." Wes looked down at me, grinning brightly like a child waking up to presents on Christmas morning. I narrowed my eyes at him in a skeptic manner when I saw the mischievous glint in his eyes. "What's going on in that big head of yours, pretty boy?"

Suddenly a flicker of movement caught my eye and my head spun, spotting the slightest color change in the shadows. And there he was, as promised, save for being late... I watched as the man garbed in a dark black coat stalked into the open, he had a black hat that covered most of his features; leather pants protecting his legs from the mud and rain. It was not hard to make out who it was, but through the small drips and pitter-pattering of the rain, I spotted a curved silver dagger attached to his side.

I can't loose you because if I lose you then I loose everything. -Rain Rain POV We entered the house. It was quiet. No movement. No helpers. No guards stationed outside. Only Damien's most trusted men Dante, Pear, David and Antony stood there. I was still digesting everything. I didn't know how to react. I looked at the coffee table to see something red kept there. I moved closer to see it was Coco whose brown fur has turned matte red. I tried touching him but I couldn't build up the courage.

Katie stumbled through the forest, her steps heavy and unsteady. She clutched a stolen gray coat tightly around herself, trying to stave off the cold that had penetrated her body. As soon as she had got out of the water, she swiped a coat from some humans camping close and had intended to use it to cover her nakedness, but now it was serving as a source of warmth only, as it offered close to no relief