Hujan Novels & Stories

*** The rain poured relentlessly, drenching the entire city of New York without mercy. The night was eerily quiet; even the usual roar of vehicles on the highway was absent. Only the patter of raindrops on the asphalt and the rumble of thunder breaking the pitch-black sky could be heard. In the midst of the downpour, Anastasia stood beneath a deserted city bus stop. She clutched her suitcase tightly, her clothes and body slowly soaking as there wasn't enough shelter to keep her dry.

Harmonia cast her eyes downward, welled-up tears shimmering, cascading down her cheeks to meld seamlessly with the chilly rain. Suddenly, the pouring rain seemed to come to a halt.

ZZRRRRRRRRRRRSSSSHHHHHHHH The sound of rain hitting the roof and windows of a house in Obsidian Port City filled the house. RUMBLE RUMBLE ZZRRRSHHHHH TAK TAK TAK TAK TAK “Ah-chee!” Harriet wiped her nose after a sneeze. The cold and damp air attacked her when suddenly it rained. She sat by the window on the side of the house. She was reading the latest report she had received from Jake Scolecite about the current state of the Imperial Continent.

I feel like it's a setup. I get into the council room and Jordie comes up to me. "Alright Alpha, We don't know much of what's going on. Bellamy is watching the woods and Rain is getting an eye in the sky." He spoke so professional. Nothing like when we first met. He was so rude and aggressive. We've really not talked much since. Just been in the same vicinity. "Who's rain?" "One of the best witches in the packs."

"I can't do this." Hawk stepped onto the tarp and crouched near him. "You can. You're doing it right now." Quill shook his head, his hands falling limply to his sides as he continued to cry. Hawk stood, disappearing briefly into the bathroom. When he returned, he had changed into sweatpants, his shirt discarded somewhere along the way. He carried a pile of clothes in his hands, setting them down beside Quill.

The air smelled of damp earth, of impending downpour. A low rumble of thunder growled in the distance. I barely had time to brace myself before the sky split open. The first drops were scattered, light, teasing— then came the downpour. Cold, relentless sheets of rain crashed down on me, soaking me within seconds. My hoodie, my jeans, even my shoes—nothing was spared. Water dripped from the tips of my hair, running in rivulets down my face, mingling with the warmth of my tears. It seemed like even God had turned against me tonight.

Chapter 137 Jace It's raining. Of course, it's raining. Seems like the sky's been crying for months, mirroring the constant downpour in my soul. The city is slick and dark, reflecting the neon lights in distorted puddles. Perfect. Just perfect. I'm standing on the rooftop, the rain plastering my hair to my forehead, soaking through my clothes. The wind whips around me, carrying the scent of wet asphalt and regret. I don't even shiver. Numbness has become my default setting.

What the hell is happening?” I whispered to myself as I glanced at my phone. My eyes darted at the window. It was raining cats and dogs, probably because the summer just ended and the rainy season would start. It was by far, the worst season for me. With the rain pouring hard, classes might be suspended again and I would never get a chance to go out of my unit. My eyes squinted back at the screen of my phone. It had been three days.

She stopped and stared at him lovingly. They were lost until they heard a strong lightning, causing Syanja to jump in fear. "Are you okay?" Jung-Hoon held her hand. She nodded and smiled. "I was just scared." He nodded suddenly as the rain started. Everyone ran out of the house to enjoy the rain. Syanja's eyes lit up and glanced at Jung-Hoon excitedly. "Let's go." She held his hand and dragged him out. Syanja let Jung-Hoon's hand go and stepped into the rain. Her smile brightened as cold raindrops fell on her body. A chilly breeze touched her bare body. Syanja closed her eyes and felt the rain. Jung-Hoon smiled and shook his head. He stepped towards her. Jung-Hoon stopped as her back touched

Dark clouds gathered ominously overhead as Polaris hurried along the sidewalk, her steps quickening with each distant rumble of thunder. She cursed under her breath, realizing she had left her umbrella at work. The first fat raindrops began to splatter against the pavement, and Polaris quickened her pace, seeking shelter from the impending storm.