Memories In The Rain Bleach Novels & Stories

And that— That terrifies me. ————— Because as his fingers slide into my hair— Another memory detonates inside me. Not rain. Not desire. But blood. On white sheets. And me screaming his name.

It struck him on his belly and Darius fled. Falling to his knees, Aiden looked at the skies, a drop of rain fell on his face. Thunder rumbled and lightning flashed. He started hearing the dripping of the raindrops. They lay there and their bodies got drenched in the rain. He stepped into the next memory and entered another house. He guessed it was a human because he could see things that belonged to a girl. Beckham's memory, 1756

He wanted fresh air but suddenly his heart started beating faster when he found the surface of the balcony completely soaked. It was heavily raining. Slowly her memories started hitting his head. Her smile, laugh and excited gestures to him to come under the rain. He gently held his hand forward letting the cold water hit his flesh. “Why does everything reminds me of you?” He mumbled before slowly stepping forward and letting the cold water soak his body.  He breathed out heavily holding his head up letting the rain fall over him. Tears started leaving his eyes but he was glad at least no one could see those tears including him.

I said and with that I went out from the storage room and try to act like nothing happened when I face the others. "Did you see,Rain?"Shane asked as I point at the storage room. "He said he's going to check something inside."I said as she thanked me and I went to Rain's office and tried to focus myself on the last work for today. *CLICK* I heard Rain's footsteps and everytime I heard those were coming closer to me,my heart keeps beating so loud but I'm glad it wasn't that fast earlier like it was going to burst out any minute.Rain then let out a sight and I could feel his gaze were at me as I didn't pay attention to them and put my focus on the work and he then mind his own business which gl

I assure him, my heart light and free when I realize it’s true. “Here.” The bear hands me a bottle of water. “You need to drink something.” I recognize the bottle as one of Santiago’s fancy imported waters. My vampire master wouldn’t waste something so fancy on me. I don’t know if I can tell the bear that. With a grunt, the bear pushes the water on me, and I don’t protest. I’m parched. The water is cool, almost sweet, and I drain the whole bottle.

Rosa replied. Dylan smiled finally a way to help trigger her memories to come back, he was tired of the suspense. He didn’t consider the fact that those memories could be bad ones and better left forgotten his yearn to satisfy his curiosity seemed to have made him forget the negative implications that could be tied to the recovery of her memories. He innocently smiled and went on his phone to book tickets online for the two of them.

Chapter 33 Guilia I tried to imagine it, but I don’t think I’d ever experienced it. Staring through the open window, the rain dropped heavily onto the ground, the breeze carrying a deep scent of moist earth and water. It would be wonderful to have a bath in the rain, and the most important part was that I wouldn’t be alone. He’d be there with me. “No,” I shook my head. “Even if I had, you don’t think it’s possible for me to remember such details now, do you?”

A beginning. --- Morning brought silence. The storm had broken, and now the sky hung gray and heavy, water pooling in gutters and along the sidewalks. The scent of rain lingered in the air—earthy, raw, like something cleansed. Clara stepped onto the safe house patio, her blanket still draped around her like armor. She inhaled deeply, letting the petrichor seep into her lungs. Behind her, footsteps approached quickly. Mabel’s coat was soaked, her boots leaving wet prints across the floor. She held a USB drive in her hand like it was made of gold.

he continued, his eyes narrowing as he delved deep into his childhood memories. "Yet, there are these random, unfamiliar memories that surface. They have nothing to do with the place where I was raised," he said, turning to meet Bella's anguished and yearning gaze. "Every time I brought them up to my father, he'd brush them off as insignificant dreams or just imagination from something I'd seen online" he added, shrugging sadly. "What kind of memories?" Bella asked softly, her voice barely above a whisper. "Ahm, I remember being out in the rain during a terrifying thunderstorm. It was so scary that even now, every time there's a thunderstorm while it's raining, I get this chill," Bienley sai