Mort Rainey の小説・ストーリー

Having no access to clean water she was also forced to drink whatever water was available around and if not for those farmers who took pity on her she won't have clean water to drink. Clouds slowly devoured the luminance of the moon, thunder rolled and lightning illuminated the sky. Large droplets of rain patter on the ground that eventually became a heavy downpour of rain. Morrigan didn't move from where she was resting, her body had already succumbed to what it had been enduring these days, she now lost the strength to stand or support herself she remained there resting by the mound with the rain washing her face. Drenched in the rain, Morrigan shivered in cold. Her long raven hair was hea

“If I could speak with him for a few minutes. I was told to call the office for an appointment but when I did no one answered. So I assumed I had the interview. I came all the way down here. The least Mr. Carrington can do is speak with me.” I glanced over my shoulder. Even with her serious expression, she was gorgeous. My body reacted violently to everything about her. Was she interested in the job? Some part of me hoped like hell that was the case. I almost felt bad for Jacqueline being at the brunt of that look. Though I was curious how things would turn out. “Mrs—” “I’m not a missus. Call me Rainey.” Rainey? An interesting name. And for some reason, I liked that she wasn’t married. Now,

Alpha Ryan Damison I walk inside my office's cabin, I see newly furnished table and chairs. I remember how I lost control over my anger on Thursday and broke them into a hundred pieces. Dammit! Ethan saw me watching p**n, he probably thinks I am gay. I remember how shocked and red his face was. I should have locked the door. Ryan! I need my mate or else I'll go berserk. I can't control it for this long. I avoid Dakota.

She watched how the yellowed, yet bright light played in the droplets, showing this deluge, this flood from the sky, in apparently solitary drops. The rain began to fall. Slow, at first, but then it steadily became faster and heavier, thus stirring typhoons in her heart and head. With those screeching cars inching forward with her, Ruby could feel fresh drops of blood cascading down her forehead while her heart rate was dangerously skyrocketing. "I didn't do anything wrong, assholes!" She chanted, her hands gripping the steering wheel so tightly her knuckles turned white. Her breathing was ragged and her heart was pounding, but she forced herself to calm down.

Oriana The rain beat down around me mixing with the tears that were streaming down my face. Who was he? He was definitely not the man that I was planning to marry 3 days from now. My name is Oriana. A 23 year old nobody from Miami. I moved to England before my parents died and that’s when I met Jaime. He was also from Miami. He was the perfect guy, was always there for me when I needed someone to talk to, compassionate and kind. Before he proposed, our life together was magical. He would take me out on dates, meet me after work with flowers, showered me with gifts and generally made me feel like I was the most important person in the world a princess. After popping the question with the most

KATE "Miss McCartney?" A tall man, dressed in a well-tailored gray suit, approaches the table where Meg and I are having lunch. "Mr. Coleman!" Meg stands up, and I do the same. "It's good to have you back." "I returned last night. I have a meeting with Ryan shortly." "Alright." Meg looks at me. "Oh! Kate, this is Mr. Niels Coleman. Mr. Coleman, this is Katherine, Mr. Ryan's new assistant." His gaze meets mine.

a voice said behind me. I turned to see a woman — elegant, older, with kind eyes. “Yes,” I said, suddenly shy. “It’s beautiful,” she said. “Most people paint to hide. You paint to reveal.” “Thank you,” I whispered, unsure how to reply. She smiled faintly. “I’m Margaret Calloway. Rand’s mother.” My breath caught. “Oh.” She chuckled softly. “Don’t look so frightened, dear. I don’t bite.” I laughed nervously. “I’m sorry, I just… wasn’t expecting—”

Emily Warner “Okay can you at least tell me your name? You’ve been living here for a day now and you have been on that WRETCHED LAPTOP the entire time. See, I am tired and hungry, also I need to shower and change my clothes. Please!!” I yell as I look at him typing away on the laptop, paying me no heed. This hot jerk.

Tyler would have helped to stand up to Carmen, but Carmen stopped him immediately. "Let me here to stay first I want to feel every drop of rain on my body and find out why every time it rains, Haru likes it." Tyler let go of what Carmen wanted, but he didn't leave Carmen. Carmen's head was still leaning on his shoulder, feeling every drop of rain. Carmen removed her head from Tyler's shoulder, and opened her palms, and seemed to be catching rainwater while silently crying. "Haru is right. It's better to cry in the rain because no one can hear you and no one can see you cry."

“I’ll put new plates on it. You can take them off before you leave it for the cops.” “I know, I know, this isn’t my first rodeo. Fine. How soon do ya need it done?” Another glance at the clock to calculate sleeping time, waking time, making breakfast. “Four-thirty. Fight Club.” Mount sucks in a breath. “Is that wise? Word on the street is the wolves consider you their enemy.” The wolves. Sooner or later I’m going to have to deal with them. “I’m not. Not unless they make one of me. And they don’t wanna do that.” Trey might, but his alpha, Garrett, is smarter.