Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

So much evil that the sky cries. Weeps and thunders, lightening sparks to reveal, but the second of light on the dark land could only do so much. The lightening flashed again, revealing, the speeding person in the rain through the path in the forest. The figure moved with so much speed, nothing could be told about them until they came to a stop, right in front of that tall black gates of the Castle. The person was covered from head to toe with a black raincoat and black rain boots. With a quick maneuver and little words spoken to the guards, the person passed through the gates and now walked at a quick pace to the Castle's back door.

I smile at the thought, eager to make it a reality. After a leisurely breakfast, I surprise Abby with two bright yellow raincoats, a mischievous glint in my eyes. She raises an eyebrow, a playful smile dancing on her lips as she accepts the rain gear. We don our raincoats, and as we step outside, the rain greets us with a gentle drizzle. Hand in hand, we begin our journey. The city has a unique charm during the monsoon, with streets glistening with the fresh rain, and people hurriedly seeking shelter under awnings and trees. But we have no intention of hiding; we are on a mission to enjoy every drop.

Whether it’s life imitating art – since hundreds of millions of people have watched a scene just like that in the movies, and now ‘know’ what to do if it happens – or whether it’s art imitating life and something that really happens, it doesn’t matter. That sound works. Off to my left in the rain, there was the metallic clack-clack of a gun. Derek and Ryan both froze and looked over to the side. A lone figure walked around the corner of the house, keeping to the shadows cast by the roof. He wore a soaked denim jacket, and raindrops splashed off his white Stetson hat. There was a rifle at his shoulder, leveled right at Derek. Mr. MacCruder. “Wouldn’t do that,” he said in that laconic drawl of

Four Eagles Intelligence operatives in dark tactical suits stepped out into the pouring rain, their hands resting on their sidearms, their flashlights cutting bright white beams through the downpour. In the center of those blinding white beams, standing directly in the middle of the narrow tarmac lane, was a single figure. It was Claire. She was wearing a soaked cream-colored trench coat that clung to her thin frame, her dark hair plastered flat against her face and neck by the torrential rain. She had no umbrella, no security detail, and no corporate coat. Her high heels were caked in wet tarmac mud, and her face was ghastly pale, her eyes wide and bloodshot under the harsh glare of the veh

Lena’s heart skipped a beat, and she couldn’t help but grin. **Lena**: You might need more than a raincoat! But yes, let’s try again

“Coach Rain is here with a very professional pep talk.” I groaned. “Rain—” “Shhh,” he said, standing up and striking a dramatic pose. “Colby McGrath. Alpha. Slightly broody. Prone to roof-sitting. Wears too much black.” “I wear—” “You’re going to walk into that fight,” Rain continued, undeterred, “and you’re going to stare those overcompensating punks in the face like they’re a minor inconvenience on your way to breakfast. You know why? Because you’ve got something they don’t.”

I’ve given Nanetta enough wins over the last few days while dating Duke that I’m more than willing to let Sarah take over this time, damn the consequences. “Excuse me,” I say in my sweetest belle accent, stepping up to the desk and confronting the walrus-man, “but perhaps I can explain this situation to you better. You see that stuff coming down from the sky out there? That’s called ‘rain.’ Rain is made of water. Water is wet. So rain makes things wet. Therefore, even if this poor gentleman were able to send up someone to dry up your balcony for you, it would just get wet again by the time they were done. Do you understand, or should I use smaller words?”

--As pure as she is, all it too was just one person to get her tainted.-- Snow's POV. The dark clouds rumbled again like it has been doing for quite a while now just as a thin flash of lighting zipped through the different shapes of the once bright but now darkened clouds, a loud crackling sound echoed from the sky, the sound vibrating, the thunder stifling the aura around the cloud with gloom. People walked around quickly in raincoats, while some sensible ones held up umbrellas in different shades and colours to shield off the drizzling rain that was starting to get heavier by the second.

“Is everything all right?” “Yeah, everything’s fine,” Rain assured her, watching Mother Swan as she walked through the rows, studying the settings on each pair’s monitor. “I just forgot my lab coat and had to go back for it.” “You might want to put it on then,” Cloud said, eyeing the garment Rain had tossed over the back of her chair.

Suddenly once again I was being pulled much closer than before and was being covered with a trench coat over my head by that man to hide me from the heavy rain that was pouring at that time and the guy, whom I don't even know was standing strong, like a mountain, towering me and hiding me in his strong, muscular arms, not letting me getting wet in that rain. Whoever it was to cover me in the trench coat was given a safe vibe with his action, in that downpour with the cold wind, that was piercing through my body to my soul. But I was too afraid with the fear of me being locked in a room or gravest, in prison considering I was certain I'm not on the land of my breaking dawn pack. If I would ge