Mort Rainey Novels & Stories

It's almost been a year and yet I couldn't find a clue of where she is, and what makes my search harder is Rachel is a loner and secretive person, in many ways she is like me. Except for the fact that she is loud and quirky which is quite opposite of what I'm, but staying away from her made me realize one thing that I haven't realized working with her for years. That her smile and attitude are just a mask that she puts on to hide the true feeling in her heart. Her smile is nothing but a shield that she uses to protect herself from suffering, but that day with alcohol in her system she is finally able to show the pain, the thoughts the feeling she has been hiding for years, and that was the l

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark and ragged clouds. Ominous black clouds covered the sky, and released a sudden shower. Thunder rolling in from the west. The morning was cold and wet, with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land. On a normal day, the howling wind frightened Raven, but she was too focused, trying to hold back the avalanche of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered, her heart was heavy. The weather explained her mood—anger, disappointment and despair. Angry because she was so close to finding out the truth from the old man, disappointed that she didn’t know what to do next, and lastly, all hope was lost. It’s been two days since

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

Chapter 46. “I am back darling. Sorry for making things difficult for you and for making you worried for the past weeks.” Ashton said. His voice was soothing and Maya felt her mood calm down from his gentle voice. Just as Ashton thought that she had stopped crying, Maya started to wail again. Ashton could not fathom what was going on with her as this time around, it was loud and unrestrained. Her tears fell like torrential rain and her voice sounded stertorous.

I wanted them to listen to me too since she lived under my roof; not once had I seen any bad action from her. Rayne was always calm, no matter how bad the circumstances were, she was always calm and her calmness scared the crap out of me. How did she manage to stay calm through all that she had been through? How did she not breakdown? Her life resembled a volcanic storm, yet she was serene. I imagined her to be like a tornado, not a soft breeze, as light as a feather that drifts through the cool autumn air.

Rain sobs as Ricardo holds her. Ricardo has been and always have been looking after her, when she left to live a normal life, he secretly sent some of his men to look after where she goes, they even guard her apartment without her noticing. Rain, a name that's well known in the mafia world. Yes, Summer Jones Sparks was once in a mafia.

There was a faint scent of cedarwood in the air, mixed with the smell of old books, which felt reassuring but also carried a hint of oppression. By the dim firelight, she saw a person sitting on the large sofa by the window. The person had his back to her, seeming to be watching the rain outside, radiating a cold aloofness that kept people a thousand miles away. "Mr. Sterling?" Catherine called out tentatively, her voice as small as a mosquito's hum. No movement. The room was frighteningly quiet, with only the sound of rain beating against the window. Catherine's heartbeat involuntarily sped up, and her palms were sweaty. Her mentor had said that William Sterling had an eccentric temper and

Rayne's POV It was the next morning after our arrival back to New York and the press meeting we held to announce our marriage to the public and the secret of me being Rayne Williams so I was going into the office today as Ryane and not Lila Adams. It was going to be awkward as hell I just knew it but I was going to make it clear to them that I was still the same person even though they knew me with another name.

I was ready to stand up, but Raine put her hand up and stood in front of Andrea, startling her as she stepped back and saw Raine standing too close. “First of all, my name is Rainey. And I may not have all the money in the world, sweetheart, but I have more class in one finger than you’ll ever have in your life. You may have all the money in the world and consider yourself high-class, but that doesn't make you any better than all the rest of us.”