Quotes About Rain Novels & Stories

She was the woman who prayed for his safe journey while he planned hotel meetups. The woman who fought for household bills while he footed the tab for other women. The woman who stayed up worrying while he stayed up with someone else. Adaeze never imagined that the man she chose — not was forced to choose, but willingly, lovingly chose — would become the very source of her undoing. Twelve years of marriage, three children, one family business and a thousand unanswered prayers later, she finds herself staring at a phone screen, reading a message that was never meant for her eyes. But this is not just a story about infidelity. It is a story about a woman who lost herself slowly, quietly, in the business of loving a man who had long stopped choosing her. It is about the loneliness of a marriage that looks perfect from the outside. The exhaustion of fighting to be seen by someone who looks right through you. The moment a woman stops crying and starts thinking. It is about what happens when the woman who always stayed finally decides what she's worth. And it is about the man who only realises what he had — when it is already gone.

The contract brought them two different people together. Her pregnancy helped save her life. Lies and secrets was like a fog covering her sight. Suspicions and doubts became the order of her life. And in the end, it's no longer about the contract but about the plans.

I had just climbed into the armored SUV leaving the Moretti estate when the gatekeeper hurried after me with a black encrypted phone in his hand. "Mrs. Westmore, Don Moretti asked me to give you this." I took it. One unread message glowed on the screen. [Selena only had a scare. I'll come home tomorrow. Don't overthink it.] I stared at it for two seconds, popped out the SIM card, snapped it in half, and tossed it into the rain outside the window. The next day, I had just reached the abandoned shipyard in North Harbor when encrypted messages started hitting my backup phone one after another. [Vivian, where are you?] [Why aren't you home? Where the hell did you go this late?] [Answer me. Don't make me send men all over the city looking for you.] The last one was exactly his style: soft on the surface, arrogant underneath. [Your family survives under my protection. Don't test my patience.] I didn't answer. After countless messages sank without a reply, my husband finally drove to the old Westmore grounds at North Harbor. He knew that if anything was left of my family, I would be there. But when Damon pushed through the broken iron gate, he found no guards, no household staff, and no Westmore men waiting for orders. The old house stood hollow in the rain. Its windows were blown out, the front steps were black with soot, and the air still carried the bitter smell of smoke and gunpowder. Damon grabbed a passing harbor guard by the sleeve. "Where are the Westmores?" The guard looked at him as if he should already know. "Gone. The family was hit two nights ago. Whoever came for them knew exactly when Moretti protection would be pulled from the harbor." "Miss Westmore came back before dawn," the guard added. "She took the black-gold signet, a few boxes of ledgers, and whatever papers survived the fire." "After that, she left. And no one has seen her since."

At my engagement party, Flora—my adopted sister—grinned and said, "Warren's never been married, right? I should marry him first so he gets the hang of it. Sounds good?" Everyone was just waiting for me to fall apart. I didn't care about them. I cared about him. Warren laughed. "Let her have fun, Mia. Don't kill the vibe." I smiled. "Sure. But if it's about fun... one wedding won't cut it. "If you're gonna get married, make it forever."

“Who is this angel?” This was Sébastien Olivier de Monfort’s question the moment he saw Cassandra Applegate. She seemed so young, so innocent and so damn beautiful… He knew he had to have the gorgeous Cassandra at all costs. Sébastien discovers she is a young widow, and that her marriage has left her feeling ugly, broken, unwanted, and very doubtful around men. So, the moment they met in person, he took it upon himself to teach her all he needed her to know about sex, pleasure, passion… and love. In a short period, Sébastien teaches Cassandra so many things about life, about love, about herself… Right in front of her stunned eyes, he opens the gates of a new world where everything is possible, even falling in love and getting married in Paris to a devastatingly handsome French tycoon.

Abby Reynolds is your average high school senior who's just trying to ace her AP exams to get into her top schools, be a good daughter to her parents, and a loving girlfriend to her boyfriend. When Abby's perfect relationship is ripped to shreds, she fetches a plan to get revenge - with the girl she should hate most. Abby's about to get more than she bargained for, and learn more about herself than any college entry essay could ever teach her, and it's about to come in the form of Tessa Oliver.

Ten years with Don Maximus. I went from the crazy girl who demanded his "undying loyalty" at gunpoint to Chicago's perfect Donna. When Maximus took the casino's hottest stripper to his private room, I didn't lose my mind. Instead, I tossed the woman the keys to a Manhattan penthouse. When Maximus's new flame threw a tantrum at a yacht party, I didn't bat an eye. Instead, after she slapped a waiter in a fit of pique, I made the police problem go away. When Maximus fought with one of his girls, I'd even send her a limited-edition Birkin to smooth things over. And today, Maximus is busy fucking his hot new toy in the study, while another pregnant mistress stands on the estate's rooftop, threatening to jump just to see him. And I'm still the one in my red-bottom heels, calmly going to clean up his mess. The mistress screamed, desperate. "I'm not having this baby! Get Maximus!" I took a sip of my wine, my voice bored. "He's busy today. You have the baby, and I'll make sure seven figures show up in your offshore account." My indifference set her off. She grabbed my wrist, her grip like iron. "You're pathetic, Angelina! There was a time he wouldn't even look at another woman because of you. He slaughtered an entire family for you. When you were shot, he knelt in the pouring rain outside a church, begging God to take his life for yours! But now? You can't even get into his bed. All you can do is stand here and play the gracious Donna!" Her nails left red marks on my skin, but the smile on my face didn't crack. Did she really think a little drama would change anything? I wasn't playing the gracious Donna. I was just done. And I was finally ready to let Maximus go.

I had heard about Jax Jones from the thousands of rumors circulating about him, ranging from being a killer to a mobster, even the possibility of him being a sex whatever; but I knew it wasn't true. Behind his cold looks, there was something hidden.

18th birthdays are always a milestone, but I didn’t expect mine to be THIS big of a milestone. Finding out my life isn’t what I thought it was, my parents aren’t who I thought they were, and my whole life got turned upside down. I have more family than I ever knew about, or honestly, I knew about but had my memories of them taken. Everything is about to change as my life fills with people and things I thought only existed in books and movies. Here’s to 18. It’s gonna be a bumpy ride.

"So deal, okay?""What about?""If you kill yourself, I'll kill myself too.""Alright. But if you kill yourself, then I'll kill myself.""Okay."Audrey Simmons is suicidal.Cayden Nowell is too.But when they were about to kill themselves, they met each other on the same rooftop.And so, they made a pact. A suicide pact.This is a story about a boy and a girl who tries too hard to fit into their group of friends but constantly failed.And when they found each other, they finally find a place they can fit into.The only mistake they made was that they broke themselves trying to fix each other.