Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

I was madly in love with James Gates for 10 years. So mad that everyone in the Imperium said that I was addicted to him. How far did it go? I wouldn't allow any woman to get close to him. I wanted to eliminate every woman around him. In the end, James sent me to rehab. While others quit smoking, drinking, or gaming, I was quitting James. But later, I truly moved on from him. Yet, he regretted it and, in the pouring rain, begged me to love him again.

Late at night, with heavy rain pouring down, in the city hospital. "She has a mild concussion, and her abdomen was hit. The baby couldn't be saved..." Anna was given anesthesia but was still conscious. She felt something disappearing inside her, a tearing pain that the anesthesia couldn't numb. "Have you reached her family?" "Her husband's phone is off. I'll try contacting someone else..." She vaguely heard voices, and a tear slid down the corner of her eye. Her body couldn't hold on, and she lost consciousness...

Sabrina is disappointed and heartbroken when she catches her fiance Kyler and her best friend, Charlotte engaged in a 'love workout' on his bed. As if that were not enough, her stepsister tricked her into the woods where she pushed her off a cliff and left her for dead. Surviving and reaching home, she's disowned by her father with accusations of being a slut and selling company secrets to their rival. Locked out of her home in the cold rain, she decides to get wasted at a hotel bar— a decision that would fetch her twins and a gorgeous CEO.

One second, I was getting completely soaked by the rain, and the next… nothing. It was still pouring all around me, but somehow, I was dry. Confused, I looked up—and there he was. A stranger. He stood just behind me, holding an umbrella over us both. Tall, ridiculously good-looking, and wearing an Armani suit that fit like a dream. Like, seriously—who even looks that put together in a storm? And just like that, I was curious. Who was this guy? Read on to uncover the mystery. P.S. This is my first book on here, so if you enjoy it, show me a little love! Thanks for being here.

Mara Ashfield has been strong for everyone else her entire life. Raising her younger sister, juggling two jobs, keeping everything afloat on her own — she doesn’t have a moment for fate, and she certainly doesn’t believe in it. But fate doesn't consider your timetable. When her car breaks down on a dark rural road, and she inadvertently wanders into the wrong woods while looking for phone signal, she encounters Damien Voss — tall, cold, disturbingly intense, and not fully human. He’s the Alpha of the Coldridge Pack, a man who hasn’t let anyone close in three years. The last thing he needs is a mortal female walking into his domain reeking of rain and something that makes every buried instinct he owns wake up at once. What begins as a warning about something dangerous in the forest becomes something neither of them could have expected and can outrun. Because the danger isn't random — it had come after Mara in particular. And the why of that goes back twenty-three years to a father she never met, to a secret he died protecting, and to a wolf pack so powerful, and ruthless, that they would do anything to make certain that secret stayed buried for all eternity. Damien has been telling himself for three years that he doesn’t need anyone. Mara has spent her life telling herself the same thing. But then he looks at her across a room full of wolves and says she’s mine like it’s already written in blood. Claimed by a Cold Alpha is a slow burn werewolf romance about two stubborn, wounded people falling into something bigger than both of them – full with tension, danger, loyalty, and the kind of love that doesn’t ask permission.

My husband, a military colonel with whom I’d been married for ten years, was barred from entering our son’s funeral wake. Because before our son died, he made three final wishes. The first wish was not to tell his father about his death just yet, as he was afraid the news would upset him. Secondly, to cook his father’s favorite meal and let his father be there for his final birthday. Lastly, if his father were to miss his birthday, then under no circumstances—no matter what—never allow that man to appear before his grave. Even though the man’s eyes were bloodshot and his body was shaking as he cried his heart out in the torrential rain lashing outside the funeral home, I never let the man take a single step toward my son after his death. Three days earlier, after spending a whole night setting fireworks with my childhood friend and her son, Logan Pearce came home with a brand-new schoolbag. That was his idea of making up for missing our son’s birthday. The man frowned, puzzled by the tears in my eyes. “Isn’t it just one birthday? I’ll make it up to him next time, won’t I? Little did he know that our five-year-old son had already died from an asthma attack. The little boy would never live to see the first day of school.

I was born into the Valerie family, with the noble blood that could give a vampire a powerful hybrid heir. I was meant to marry Ethan, heir to the Prince. But the night before the engagement, his younger brother Adrian knelt in the rain in front of me. “Elena, I’d give up everything.” “I love you. You’re all I want.” So I broke the engagement, let my family disown me, and married him without a backward glance. Then I got pregnant. He started keeping me at arm’s length, finding reasons not to touch me, not even willing to stay in the same room as me. Until the night I heard him tell his men: “Once Elena has the baby, we’ll hand it over to Ethan and Sophia.” “Sophia’s health is fragile. I can’t bear to put her through a pregnancy.” That was when I finally understood. Adrian had never loved me. He’d married me only to free up the place beside Ethan for my cousin Sophia. Even the child I’d struggled so hard to carry had already been promised away to the woman he truly loved. I rested a hand on my belly and called my father. “Dad, I was wrong about him.” Adrian thought I’d stay trapped in his web of lies forever. He had no idea. Two months from now, I would vanish from his world for good.

My husband Preston smashed up the solo art show I'd spent three years building for Vivian, the poor girl we had sponsored through college. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!" I looked at his furious face and the whole thing struck me as absurd. "Preston. What exactly did I send? I told her that today was the opening of my show and asked her not to call you during it." "She's sick! Why do you have to make every little thing a fight! If anything happens to her because of you — I'll never forgive you." With that, he didn't even glance at me. He turned and bolted back out into the storm. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to be furious. I turned to leave, but in the rain, I ran into Rowan—a classmate from college. He used to be the most popular guy at our school — sweet and hot. But now he was severely injured. The torrential rain had soaked his shirt, revealing his perfect abs beneath. Without hesitation, I took him back to my apartment. Preston showed up pounding on the door, eyes red with rage. "Chloe — I'm gone for an hour and you drag some guy off the street into our bed?" I sneered and stepped in front of Rowan. "If you can play free therapist to some other woman, why can't I try being a philanthropist?"

The champagne was flat, much like the expression on Julian’s face. "It’s not that I don’t love you, Elara," he said, adjusting his $5,000 suit jacket. "It’s just that you’ve become... predictable. I need a woman who challenges the world, not someone who waits for me to come home and tell her what color the sky is." Elara felt the sting of the words more than the cold wind on the balcony. For six years, she had been Julian’s shadow. She had curated his life, managed his moods, and dimmed her own light so he could shine brighter. And now, on the night of his company’s gala, he was discarding her like an outdated software update. "Predictable?" she whispered, her voice cracking. "Go home, Elara. I’ve already had your things moved to the guest house. We can talk about a settlement in the morning." She didn't wait for the morning. She didn't wait for the "settlement." She walked out into the rain, her silk dress clinging to her skin like a second, cold layer of grief. It wasn't until three days later, sitting in a dingy motel with nothing but a suitcase and a bruised soul, that the notification popped up on her phone. ARE YOU READY TO LIVE FOR YOURSELF? ENTER THE SURVIVAL GAME. WIN YOUR FREEDOM. Elara stared at the golden icon on the screen. It felt like a trap. Or maybe, it was the only way out.

Can you ever understand the feeling of having sex with your husband as he keeps calling out another woman's name? Yes, that was my life as the wife of the ruthless, stoic CEO. With my sister, his childhood sweetheart on the run with her boyfriend and his need for a Mrs Levine and an heir, I was picked in the stead of my sister to temporarily fill up the space. “ You're not pregnant yet?!” He banged his hand against the bedside table in anger. “; I guess we just have to keep trying then,” he smirked. I was always afraid of that statement, he indirectly meant sleeping with me every single day but no one dared to say otherwise even if I would fall sick after. What's weird about the heart is how it falls in love with the weirdest persons. I loved Asphalt even though he didn't love me and I believed I could make him love me but that dream came crashing down when Janet returned. As I pushed my babies into the world, I wondered if  Asphalt would love me once he sees our kids but with his plans of taking my kids and reuniting with my sister, I wasn't going to wait until I was kicked out. Taking my babies in my arms, I ran away from the hospital as the rain went pit-pat concealing the tears and I for the first time resented Asphalt.