Duck In A Raincoat Novels & Stories

I knew the answer very clearly. I wore a black thick raincoat I found in the upstairs guestroom. I took an umbrella and headed for the door. My mind was thinking of ways to stop me from going outside but somewhere deep inside my chest wanted me to go out and look for him. I inhaled deeply in front of the door. I bottoned my raincoat tightly while gripping my hands around the umbrella before reaching for the door knob.

he instructed and we went out of the house together under the umbrella. For some reasons, his thank you kept lingering in my head. I wondered why he thanked me in the first place but the other side of me was trying to distort any meaning that could be attached to it. Everyone on the video team were on raincoat and the miners and when I got there, I requested for mine only to discover that there was no more raincoat. “Am I to cover it in the rain?” I asked, looking confused. No one was ready to pull off their raincoat for me and time was going so I decided to just close my eyes and get it done.

After lunch, I picked up an umbrella, a raincoat, and high boots before heading out the door. It was raining cats and dogs outside. The melancholic wet weather suited my gloomy mood. Everything felt so wrong. It was as if I was about to cheat on Desmond. He had reluctantly permitted me to see Mason and continue a friendship with him.

A little snow was still falling but in no time it will all disappear. Reign was walking under her white umbrella from the rain that was drizzling and little snow falling. Hopefully it doesn’t fall and the sun remains intact. “Enjoying the change in weather?” William asked, hugging her from behind. Both were covered in their black trench coats and woolly hats to protect their ears from freezing.

Either way, the place is dark, and the only people inside are a cloaked person in the corner and the bartender. Of the three of us, I'm the one who's gotten the worse sting of the rain, given that Daena and Camille conveniently had coats suited for the purpose. Lian and Ima could handle the cold. Not me, I couldn't risk transforming for insulation. Couldn't risk transforming at all.

THE SOUND of the heavy rain pouring down the sky engulfed the rooftops of each and every corner of the condominium. As I yielded towards the window pane close to Bright's room, I saw people dressed in raincoats, uniforms, and casual clothing walking past the streets with umbrellas strapped to their bodies. "Alright, I'm off, darling," Bright suddenly says before walking towards my direction. She then leans towards my head, her hand gently lifting my chin as she presses her lips against my forehead.

His fingers brush my jaw, hesitant, like I might disappear if he touches too hard. Then the storm shifts. Low footfalls. Mud squelching. A slow clap. Jake’s eyes snap open. He turns. And Duke steps from the shadows of a half-collapsed neighboring tent — casual, elegant, smug, wearing the aftermath of war like a tailored suit. His long coat is drenched and torn, blood splattered across one sleeve, hair slicked back by the rain. He looks annoyingly beautiful. Deceptively calm. But his eyes— Cold. Silver.

Sneakers with velcro fastenings that would be easy to slip on and off. Finally, I found a rain jacket near the end of the rack. It was a deep yellow color and had a hood with toggles she could adjust. The inside was patterned with printed dragonflies. I turned it over in my hands for a moment, glancing at the price tag. It was a bit expensive. I pulled my wallet out and rifled through it. I’d just gotten paid for the week, so I had just enough money to cover everything I’d picked out. I decided to call it a day, and I went up to the counter, paying for the items with my own money.

The walls seemed to lean inward, unsure what to do with his presence. Duke Noah Wingknight. Back facing me, yet the space bent around him, thinning out like cold syrup. That outfit - charcoal coat hugging wide shoulders - wasn’t quite as rigid as before, just a little softer in cut. Air felt thinner, colder, near where he stood. Pants fit close, exact, not loose an inch. Ends of his black hair held traces of water, still darkened by moisture, smelling faintly of rain or travel. Presence alone made everything smaller.

While the two discussed the weather, Leon quietly slipped away unnoticed. As the rain began, people hurriedly used umbrellas and raincoats to shield themselves from the cold droplets. "H-hey there, Leon," a girl approached him in the front shed of the building. She was dressed in a gray jacket and had a cute striped bag on her back. "Can I help you?" Leon politely responded. "Nothing much. What are you doing here?" "Just waiting for the rain to stop," he replied, trying to keep his hands warm on his pocket