Hidden Rain Village Novels & Stories

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

When she bent down to pick up the little girl who stopped immediately as soon as she saw her now mother she whispered in the baby’s ear, “We are finally free,” When Kit opened the door and brought the car seat out with the little girl, she remembered something about running down the street to get to her father’s car to make her escape. It was now raining, just like it was that night. It was not hard downpour it was a late gentle rain. She remembered the words that her father said, “This rain will wash away all that has happened,” She looked up at the sky and smiled as she now completely understood what her father was trying to say then, “This rain will finally wash away all that happened,” S

Owen and I looked right at one another with realization that it was raining just as the down pour started. It was as if someone had turned on the shower faucet, the rain starting quicker than either of us could have expected. We ran for the nearest trees, but their bare branches offered no protection from the sudden deluge. I shivered, the two of us already completely soaked by the sudden microburst. Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body.

She wanted it to be a pool under her feet as she slit open Suzette's body from her neck down until all that remained was a dried-up husk of a human being. This is a beautiful morning in Markkhstan Dari town. The sky is blue and bright as can be, with just the slightest bit of gray clouds floating over its face. There are no signs of impending rainfall, but if you look up and squint, it looks as though there might be some. A few minutes after sunrise, the first raindrops start falling onto the village square. Everyone starts moving inside the shops and inn to avoid heavy rain. Everyone has left the market area. The first raindrops are already splashing down upon the ground, turning mud into p

Amara's POV As each drop of rain touched the ground, the view of the village became dark and dull, making it difficult for those standing outside to see what lay ahead of them. Water flowed down the cramped street, carrying the mud and dirt past me, a young girl standing under an umbrella, with my mother and step-father. My emerald blue eyes darted left and right, squinting tightly in an effort to see beyond the darkness and the rain. "Mother, do you think he will come? The rain is getting heavier." I said as I placed more strength into my arms to keep the umbrella steady.

Sherryl Rain stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead, then down to her eyes. If she hadn't been sure before, now there was no doubt: the man who had bought her off the black market was a devil. Dallion was cold and evil, with no trace of humanity in his soul. It wasn't just the darkness that surrounded them—the rain blurred her vision, making it hard to tell weeds from plants. When she crouched down, pulling out weeds by mistake, she realized she had also yanked out some of the good plants, which Dallion had already planned to punish her for further.

Despite his disheveled appearance, though, his handsomeness still couldn’t be ignored. Meanwhile, Adela stood under the eaves, watching the rain soak the little town. She didn’t mind getting wet. There were small hills around the town, and the rainwater hit the trees and disappeared quickly, as if nature itself was absorbing the water. The houses here had small, tiled eaves, and the rain formed a curtain as it fell.

If Winnie just wanted a baby, she could get her sperm from a sperm bank, but she just had to get Jake’s. She was also making herself sound so, so, so close to Jake. Once I saw reality as what it really was, I discovered plenty of details I never took notice of before. The mockery in my eyes faded away, and I freed my hand. But Winnie cried out in surprise and fell backwards. Jake immediately caught her, and his expression was full of fear. “Are you okay, Winnie?” Winnie hugged Jake’s neck as she teared up even more. “Jake, I’m okay. I just wasn’t expecting Luna to…”

Several neighbors lingered nearby and whispered as they watched. "Excuse us! That's our house!" my father shouted as he pushed through the crowd. A police officer stopped them. "Are you Rainie's parents?" My mother grabbed the officer's sleeve. "Where is my daughter? What did you do to my daughter?!" "I'm very sorry," the officer said gravely. "A downstairs neighbor reported water leaking through the ceiling. When no one answered the door, we forced entry and found your daughter lying in the living room." My body already lay inside a black body bag. Only my pale face remained visible.

Thunder clapped in the sky, and lightning, as bright as the sun reflected on our faces. The villagers— I turned on my heel and ran down the maze, out to the backyards. However, when I got there I thought I would meet angry villagers. How wrong was I? They weren’t at all mad. Rather they were jubilant. Happy for the rain and dancing. I started laughing, hard. How funny. The mess of the rain only made the festival fun. My hair, face, and dress were soaked and only then did I cry staring at the sky. Hot tears mixed with cold rainwater and rolled down my cheeks.