Hujan Novels & Stories

She took a seat down on the bench while she brushed her face with her bare hands. Hazi pushed open the glass doors towards the outside of the premises and he was surprised to see himself soaking under the rain. Justin and Jane didn't notice him as they walked to the other side while Hazi was looking down at his feet. He felt the hot tears brimming right in her eyes and he did not know what to do. He let himself under the rain for a long time as he glared up through the clouds and closed his eyes. He felt his hair soaking under the rain as he pocketed his hands on his jeans. He turned his heel around as he heard someone shouting his name behind his back.

Through his cool skin, her own frantic, damning heartbeat echoed back to them both. A distant rumble of thunder rolled over the hills, and the first fat drop of rain broke from the clouds, landing squarely on Rebecca's collarbone and sliding down toward her neckline. Lucian's silver-dark eyes followed the path of the water, his thumb tracing one slow, deliberate arc over her hammering wrist. "Why are you tracking my heartbeat?" she asked, the words leaving her mouth before her intellect could filter them.

Hujan was so sure of his prediction, the people who had been led to the side of the east Aayss by the Earth Dragon's whip had the same characteristics as the people who had razed the Desolate residence. Hujan started to rage, he slammed his fist into the nearby tree. Blood started pouring from the back of his palm. Surprisingly, the blood was black. When the blood hit the grass, the grass immediately dried up. After crushing a tree to the ground, his knees finally went limp. He sat on the grass, his shoulders shaking. He was crying, from his eyes a black liquid, like ink. Bima who was standing not far from him thought hard, "wha

I slightly frowned at him diverting my eyes away. He licked his plum lips, “Have a nice day” Before I could I reply he had already left. “You too” I muttered. I took a deep breath and rubbed my forehead. A drop fell on my cheek and I looked up. It had started drizzling. Dark clouds huddled together as I walked back home in the slow rain. I love the rain. It’s not gloomy or depressing at all. It’s fun. I believe rain can get you on with whatever mood or state you’re in. If you’re happy you go play in the rain, jump in water puddles and dance. If you’re sad, you listen to songs and look out and cry. If you’re angry you just stand in the rain and the water cools you off. It works with me.

Also I put my gun on my waist band . My hair were still wet as I left my room. As I closed the door of my room, I saw Rain and Amber leaving Amber's room. Amber was wearing a black jumpsuit with a black shrug. Rain was in a knee length black dress. I frowned. She will feel cold but I kept my mouth shut. I looked down at Amber to see she was having a broad smile on her face which completely contrasted with Rain's sad smile.

I соvеr mу fасе аnd sob some mоrе, ѕtuсk оut here оn thе соld, rаіnу ѕtrееt. Thе rain іѕ a соnѕtаnt drіzzlе nоw. It’ѕ the tуре that mаkеѕ уоu mіѕеrаblе аnd соld but dоеѕn’t soak you tо the bone. I mаnаgе to рull myself tоgеthеr.

I can feel moisture in the air itself, waiting, ready to obey. I extend my hand over the flowers, focusing on the pull inside me. A second passes, and then another, before the sky above responds. Rain falls, not in delicate drops, but in a sudden downpour, drenching the flowers and the ground beneath my feet. I watch in stunned silence as the rain cascades down, soaking everything in its path.

he said "I'll pass" "I insist" "You can make me listen to it but you can't make me develop interest in it" he asserted. I felt my strength draining away from the not-so-long conversation and didn't want to argue further so I threw my hands up in surrender. Let's save the argument for another day, I thought, then I caught myself in mid-thought. Another day? Was I subconsciously wishing to see this Tim again? I scoffed at my thoughts. The rain had stopped then and the perfect curvature of the rainbow cast over the evening sky.

The doctor seemed surprised but Juicy wasn't. Not even a stroke could set her Momma back too far. Still, seeing her like this affected her. She had never felt more alone in her life. Juicy cried in the bathroom so that her mother wouldn't know, even though all she did was to sleep and she couldn't see her while she did that. Still, she didn't want her mother to hear her in her sleep. The next morning when her Momma woke up, she looked around confused.

The neon sign of the Obsidian Rose flickered in the puddles, a distorted mockery of the life Zara thought she was building. Standing just outside the golden glow of the entrance, Zara felt the first heavy drops of a monsoon storm hit her shoulders. She didn’t move. The tears streaming down her face were indistinguishable from the rain, but they felt twice as cold.