Mort Rainey Novels & Stories

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.

"Are you serious…like right now?" Daisy asked as she stared at the clock. "Please." Wade's voice was laced with sadness. "Alright, 32 minutes it is." ************************************************ Moments later, Daisy Hunter is standing in front of the opulent door of Roberto's mansion. She stood admiring the garden and the whole mansion. As she stepped up again to ring the doorbell for the 5th time, the door opened immediately, revealing Mrs Angela, Wade's mom. "Are you the waitress from Splat Burger?" Mrs Angela asked as she stared askance at Daisy Hunter.

She stood on stage, looking at us and saying she wanted to thank us for our help. Then, she sang a song, its melody soft and its lyrics sorrowful, with every word filled with unrequited love and overflowing with her feelings for Adrian. In their world, it felt like I was the one who was the homewrecker instead. The crowd cheered, and Rosalind smiled as she sat down at our booth. Adrian was excitedly teaching me how to drink tequila. Rosalind stroked her belly and smiled smugly. "Adrian used to drink very little, you know. I was the one who taught him how to enjoy tequila," she said.

His righteous behavior made it seem like I was in the wrong. I stared at him in disbelief, and my voice quivered as I said, “Am I supposed to magnanimously congratulate another woman for being pregnant with my husband’s baby?” Jake yanked his tie off in frustration. “Winnie just wanted to have a baby to give her life a little cheer after Henry died. There’s nothing wrong with that. I’m also Henry’s best friend, so I have the responsibility of taking care of his wife and fulfilling all her desires. “It’s not as if I really slept with her, anyway. I just donated sperm for her. Do you really have to kick up a fuss about something as small as this?

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

“Yes. We walk from here. The cabin’s not too far.” “But it’s raining!” “Great observation,” Ryan deadpanned. She frowned and stepped out of the car. In seconds, the rain soaked through her thin blouse and skirt. Her arms wrapped around herself. “This is ridiculous,” she muttered as she tried to keep up. Ryan stayed ahead, boots sloshing through the mud like he’d done this a hundred times. Irene, on the other hand, stumbled twice—once nearly slipping, and then again when her heel got stuck in the dirt.

When the rainy season came around again, Corinne returned to Wyndmere alone. She wore the dress Emric had always liked, and she walked the cobblestone streets they had once planned to walk together. She watched the canal boats drift under the arched bridges. She watched the couples passing by on every side. Tears slid down her face without a sound. She found a café by the water and ordered a pot of the tea Emric used to drink, then sat by the window and watched the rain fall over the canal. She spoke softly to no one in particular.

And the rain fell... is the latest release for 2020. A scary love story with many twists and turns. Hope you enjoy. if you like the idea of cult fiction and romance rolled into one then this is a great story. It follows a young doctor who managed to get away from the "the Sect" with her father when she was a teenager. Now in her twenties she is in the same area she moved too. She stumbles into a nightmare and with it the possiblity of love.