Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

Camden folded her leggings neatly and placed them on the kitchen table before donning the rain jacket. With a determined stride, she made a dash for the outhouse, the cold air instantly nipping at her skin. Upon her return, Camden closed the door behind her, visibly shivering from the rainy chill. "God, it's cold out there!" she exclaimed, her teeth chattering. She hung the raincoat back up, turning around only to find Clayton standing right in front of her, wearing nothing but his boxers. Her confusion gave way to a bemused smile. "And now?" she asked, her eyes tracing his bare form. "You make a good point," Clayton admitted, his grin widening. He reached past her, his arm brushing against

I looked up from my glass of scotch and watched a young woman step inside. She pushed the heavy doors shut behind her and stood dripping wet on the expensive woven rug near the entrance. I narrowed my eyes and stared directly at her from the shadows of my booth. She wore a completely soaked, oversized wool coat that clung tightly to her body because of the heavy rainwater.

’ ‘But I’m the one who’s not prepared! ‘I’ll wait for you today even if it takes me until midnight.’ Camille stifled a groan and stalked back to her desk. She bent down and searched the drawers before finally finding what she was looking for. It was a coat she had kept for the rainy days. She liked it because it covered her from head to toe. It was long, like a trench coat, and it was a dark color so she could blend in with the crowd. It even had a hood, which was perfect for protection.

He pats her head with his wet hand. "Silly girl." He commented at her, she stared at him with a slowly growing smile. "I'll try to sniff out our witch." Kohl chuckled at her words, allowing her to transform into a snake, a smaller, deceiving version of herself. She looked like a regular snake in her disguise. It was around afternoon. The rain wasn't taking the name of stopping at all. It was raining donkeys and buffaloes, which naturally made Kohl worry about Raya. "She's gone for a bit too long, dammit." He cursed in the air. He sat there, thinking about life while suddenly, Lucien's sleeping face reminded him about his late son.

The acid rain kept falling on and off for days with no sign of stopping. Somehow, Sven actually made it over, wearing the exact same brand of protective suit as theirs. Of course he did. That man was such a copycat. Sven and Brandon weren't the only ones who came over. Marcus showed up, too. "Are you feeding us?" He was even more ridiculous. It was one thing for him to have top-of-the-line protective gear, but even Dumbo had his own suit, obviously custom-made. Dumbo looked awkward walking in it, but he was still willing to brave the acid rain just to see his boss.

"You shouldn't be out here in the rain, Ria." "I had to pick the toys. Dianne and Derek wouldn't like it when their toys is badly soaked or damaged." We both stepped into the house together. "Here." He gave the pink raincoat to me. "I observed this morning that Dianne didn't wear a coat to school, so I bought her one. It will be much better with the umbrella. I hope she likes it." "Of course Dianne has a coat." "Please." I sighed, giving up. "okay. She will be grateful." I hope.

He started to move into the traditional position. She did not praise him further, instead she tossed him a rubber. His cock was already jacketed in a name-brand raincoat, but with a wave she rejected it. "We don't know each other that well," she said. "That was nice to keep things clean while you were... well... busy... but I don't want to deal with any... raincoat malfunctions. I am sure you understand. This brand I know and trust. Strong as steel and the perfect surface for both of us."

She tries it on and it fits just fine, she then points to his blood stained coat and says, “you need a new coat too” She grabs his hand and steers him over to the men’s coats. All excited and louder then Robin would have liked, Cammie’s says, “We could have matching ones, try that one” while pointing to a dark green, brown and black camouflage coat that is basically the men’s version of the coat he’d just picked for her. Robin finds his size and Cammie says, “go on, try it on.” As Robin removes the coat he has on and slides the new coat from the hanger he sees Mindy stretching as far as she can trying to peer around the edge of the coat rack in order to see what they are doing.

My throat closed around the words. He studied me for a long moment, those gray eyes cataloging every detail. His eyes took in the soaked dress, the smeared makeup, the way I was shaking despite his jacket. Something flickered in his expression and it was too quick to read. Then he shook his head. "I don't give out my coat to women," he said flatly. "You should count yourself lucky." He walked past me, heading toward the far corner of the parking area where I now noticed a sleek black motorcycle waited. The rain had stopped,it was drizzling now.

Whatever happened today, she was ready to face it in a better condition. In her room, by the window and with his back to her, someone was standing there. Hazel thought it was Calvin at first, but it wasn't. That person wasn't Calvin because she knew exactly what Calvin's posture was like. That person—whether male or female, was shorter and thinner than Calvin. The person's entire body was wrapped in a black raincoat and hooded. Looking down, Hazel found the person wearing thick rubber-soled shoes that allowed the man to easily erase his footprints.