Heavy Rain And Beyond: Two Souls Novels & Stories

Dealing with Suho’s unprecedented confession was too much to bear. Not tonight, Hana. Let it pass. Outside, the rain poured like there’s no tomorrow. It’s sound deafening, piercing through the depths of her soul. That night, as a torrent of rain washed out the dust outside, her pillow drenched with water from her eyes. The searing pain drew all over her body, blinding her sight, reaping her brain apart. Everything went fuzzy. The morning after, remnants of the thunderstorms from the previous night filled the surrounding water puddle everywhere.

He could almost taste her heartache as she wailed into the storm. "I'm so sorry." He whispered into her ear. Galene's wet hair stuck to his chin, and he rocked her as she wept in distress. The cold rain dampened their clothes, and Stralath held her closer as the world raged around them. Lightning illuminated the rough sea, and thunder resonated across the land. When the rain finally slowed, he drew back. A small hand stopped him, holding his wrist in a cold grip. "You can't unsee something."

"He is determined to be with you and create peace for the entire pack. I trust he will be back shortly, fine and with victory." Ketra nodded slightly. Her mom was right. Rain was a very strong man with determination and he didn't play about her or his entire pack. He would do whatever it takes to be back with victory and also be back to her. Elsewhere deep in the cursed forest by the far South of the Blue Moon Pack, Rain moved like a shadow between the trees. Him, Greg, Josh, and the warriors had hid their scents. The trees here groaned and twisted as if they were alive, as if Brice's darkness had seeped into the land itself.

Chapter 16— Dark Zander Seated comfortably in the Hawthorne family estate main garden Delia had shown her, a few days later, in a deep blue colored boyfriend Jean and a tank top that had come with a tag, a very expensive tag among the expensive tagged clothes she had gotten.

“Well, I figured it was time you had some company when I’m not around. Plus, I think he suits you—calm, sweet, and just a little mischievous.” I tilted my head up to look at him, raising an eyebrow. “Mischievous? Me?” He grinned, brushing a stray curl from my face. “You’re full of surprises, Lila. You always have been.” His words sank into me, wrapping around my heart like a soft embrace. It was moments like this that reminded me how far we’d come—not just in our relationship, but individually, too. The sound of the rain tapping against the window caught my attention, drawing my gaze outside. The streets below glistened under the faint glow of streetlights, and the rhythmic patter of the rai

Chapter One Hundred and Two: When Love Turns to War The rain came down in torrents, hammering against the windows of the penthouse like the storm that had overtaken Aaron and Sofia’s lives. Lightning cracked across the sky, illuminating Aaron as he paced the expansive living room, his expression dark and dangerous.

Sage I left Xavier and Cole to make a call. The faint smell of rain lingered in the air, a reminder of the storm that had just passed. As I dialled the number, my fingers trembled with a mix of anticipation and anxiety. The distant sound of birds hummed in my ears, punctuated by the occasional tweet of an owl. The moonlight cast an eerie glow on the wet ground, reflecting the forest’s restless energy. I needed to ensure everything was in place for tomorrow, leaving nothing to chance. The weight of all my hard work and sacrifices bore down on me, fuelling my determination. Victory was within reach, its taste already on the tip of my tongue. Luna awaited me, offering the sweet promise of reven

There comes a time when the light is so dense, suffocated in absolute darkness, that even the tiniest glimpse struggles to break through. The land bled from its pain, and the heavens wept in unison. Heavy rains poured from the sky, soaking the once-dry soil. The sorrow of fallen wolves hovered over the land. It was suffocating, unbearable, but Lina and the others couldn’t afford to give up—not when there was still life, still time.

Rain began to fall over Positano—not a gentle Mediterranean shower, but a torrent, a deluge, the heavens emptying themselves as if in mimicry of my body's rebellion. I opened the window. I let the rain in. It fell on the workbench, on the velvet, on the dust of the shattered vessel, turning the porcelain ash into a paste, into a mortar, into the mud from which I would build whatever came next. I placed my hand on my abdomen, still flat, still secretive. You will not have him, I whispered to the ghost in the photograph. And he will not have you. I will see to it that you both inherit nothing but the rain.

Two Years Ago - Lana’s POV ‘You can just stay with us,’ Rune shouts over the loud crack of thunder as we race across the courtyard. The water that splashes up from the puddles is warm against my ankles but the heavy rain hurts. Pinging against my face as we run.