Mia Rain Novels & Stories

, Rain said to herself in a low voice, “it is worse to be frightened than to be feigning not to be frightened. Fear’s not weakness, Mina. It’s what keeps us, us.” Mina smiled a little, first, the first time she had ever smiled. It was faint, but real. She examined Rain as though she were looking at her for the first time. The day dragged on. The clouds rolled over the sky, heavy and dark. Somewhere in the house, someone was crying, Rain thought it was Gina. Aria’s voice murmured softly, soothing, motherly. Rain moved quietly through the corridors until she heard another voice, Elias. He was talking to Aria in the study. Rain paused outside the door, her back pressed to the wall.

Mireille stood on the porch, and besides the roaring wind and rain, she could clearly hear the agonizing, piercing screams from the lab. Turning her back to the lab, she spoke coldly, enunciating each word with grim resolve: “…Kill them all.” “Yes, Miss Carrington.” ... Estravia City, Wexford Lane Estate. The rain started as a drizzle but quickly turned into a downpour. Raina had hated rain since she was a child—especially thunderstorms. Yet oddly, as she sat on the sofa now, she found herself staring blankly at the heavy rain outside. Raindrops pattered silently against the window frames, streaming down in rows. She propped her chin in her hand, lost in thought.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

"I'm Rain now. A hockey player for the Blackhawks. A man trying to build something better than what I left behind." "And maybe," Luna says softly, "Rain deserves the happiness that Ryder never got."

Chapter Forty-Three— little liar ☆Micaiah's POV☆ Rain started falling the moment I left the club. Fat drops that turned into a downpour within seconds, drenching everything. The kind of sudden Arizona storm that came out of nowhere and flooded the streets. Perfect. Absolutely fucking perfect. I stood in the alley behind Neon, water streaming down my face, and dialed Mali's number again. It rang. And rang. And rang. Voicemail. "Mali, answer your goddamn phone. I'm not playing games. I know you're upset but you're drunk and alone and—" I stopped myself before I said something I'd regret. "Just call me back. Please."

he asked, genuinely interested in her perspective. Fiona smiled, appreciating Scott's genuine interest in her perspective. She took a moment to gather her thoughts before responding. "Well, Scott, there are a few things I really enjoy about rainy days," Fiona began. "Firstly, I find the sound of raindrops hitting various surfaces incredibly soothing. It creates a calming ambiance that helps me relax and focus. It's almost like a natural white noise that drowns out any other distractions, and the scent of the sand is totally amazing."

After showering, Yasmin came out of the bathroom and began to blow-dry her hair. It was raining outside again, and the raindrops pattered against the window. So, Yasmin closed the it. It had been raining in Stanton City almost every day for a month now. As Yasmin stared into the night, she felt a bit melancholic. Then, she lay in bed and listened to the rain, unable to fall asleep. Suddenly, the door opened, and Blake walked in. Yasmin was surprised. She looked at him and asked, "Why did you come in again?"

“I'll make this as brief as I can. This way, you may return to whatever it is you were doing before you were called.” I looked around, and caught sight of her. Now I pointed. “The woman—Rain. We all know what has happened to her recently. She got in an accident. I might as well be the cause. She's healing too, as we all can see.” A proud smile came on my countenance. I looked at Rain who smiled as well, then I looked at the other members. Some had smiles on their faces, some didn't. “Rain will no longer work as a maid in this Pack.”

"Neither. You are someone who chose to share the same room and same bed as me because you want to get closer to me. I don't need a reason to be nice to you, Rain. I think you are a sweet girl." Florainne's eyes went round and she immediately avoided Brieanna's gaze. "You called me Rain," she whispers. "Rain makes people lonely than they already are." "Does it? Because I like the rain," she utters, making Florainne gaze at her again. "It is refreshing. It brings a clean scent and I feel at ease when the rain starts tapping on my window pane." "I never thought of it that way." "So then, can I call you Rain?"

Rain gushed down violently from the dark- grey minibus crowds. Mia, a twenty three beautiful goddess with long hair and blue eyes, didn't care a bit to walk under the natural watery elements. In both hands, she carried the shoes that had adorned her feet earlier that day. She walked barefooted in the dirty rain water. Tears burnt in her eyes as she sobbed with quivering lips. If angels truly cry due to heart- breaks, then you are reading about one.