Rain And Petals Eavesdrop Novels & Stories

Blood splattered everywhere. The staff were terrified. "Call the police! Now!"

She was pinned down by the crowd, no longer resisting, murmuring constantly, "My child, I’ve avenged you... I’ve avenged you..." Linda, terrified, collapsed to the ground and crawled to Luke's side, crying out in distress. "My child! Someone, please save him..." Mandy, who was in the crowd hurriedly called the police and an ambulance.

Ella’s POV I was fast asleep, but I kept hearing voices. I was too lazy to even open my eyes until I heard Ethan's voice—and immediately, I rushed down the stairs. My heart was already in my throat, pounding so loudly I could barely hear the sound of the rain outside. One part of me felt so happy, while the other part trembled with fear. I just hoped silently that he hadn’t gotten into any trouble. The air downstairs felt thick with tension, mixed with the faint scent of rain seeping in through the open doorway. Ethan stood in the middle of the living room, drenched from the downpour, his hair still dripping water, his white shirt clinging to his chest.

There was so much she needed to speak. "Eric I am scared and I really miss you, why did you have to leave?? It began to rain, the cold droplets hitting her face and sliding down her cheeks like tears. It's the rain but she did not care. She drop to a squat and burst out crying then suddenly she yelped when she felt someone touch her on her shoulder. "You should take care of yourself and forget about the dead " The person said but Eve refuse to answer or even look at the person "You're really hurting yourself yourself?! Is the person so close to you to the extend that you're crying under the rain "

Chapter 18: Violetta The rain starts just as Caleb turns the key in the ignition of his beat-up truck. The engine catches with a low, throaty rumble that vibrates right through the worn bench seat. I lean my head back against the glass, watching the neon signs of the city blur into long, bloody streaks against the wet windshield. My purse is light on my lap, empty without the dead weight of my phone.

I shut my eyes, feeling the rain shower on me — gently. No matter how restless my heart was, when it rained — I knew I would find solace. The petrichor suffusing in my breaths caressed my heart like a mother cradling her baby in her warm embrace. The patter cut off all other noises around and inside me, isolating me from myself and allowing me to feel every droplet that travelled on my skin. The sound of patter grew louder. I could no longer feel the water droplets on my face. I opened my eyes just to see a red wagasa umbrella over my head.

*GRABS* *THUD* BA-THUMB BA-THUMB BA-THUMB As if just like in the Kdrama I've watched before on the show from the televesion.The world stops for a moment and I only could hear the loud beating sound of my own heart as my body was about to hit the ground when Rain's pair of arms catches me in a second before I could hurt myself and met the hard cold floor.I could smell his sweet cologne and I could also feel his heart beating and his breath was near to my left ear which causes a blood rushes down to my cheeks and the last thing I wish I wouldn't discover was yet to be known right away and I could feel my face going to boil anytime soon.

The plant that had once brought disaster into our lives. Scattered petals of the luminous flower trailed all the way to the door, and beneath them, faint specks of dark stains marked the floor. Was this—? I dragged my gaze to the door and realized it was slightly ajar. No. Not again. Wasn’t this supposed to be over? Swallowing hard, I took a deep breath. With hesitation and trembling legs, I followed the trail of glowing petals, unsure of where they would lead. Outside, heavy clouds hung in the sky, casting deep shadows over the hallway. But the petals shone brightly, their eerie glow guiding my way.

The final guideline was written in a jarring red font. [On rare occasions, the station will transmit the Predator's Song. When this occurs, remain completely still and hold your breath until the broadcast concludes.] Hold my breath? Were they trying to asphyxiate me? I pouted and clicked on [I Agree and Start Listening.] The so-called 'Echoes from Below' were nothing more than just some white noise, like the wind moving through an empty corridor or a massive creature slowly exhaling beneath the water. Rumble. The sound was low and heavy, with a faint electrical hiss like a bad microphone feed.

The morning air in Ashford Hollow carried the scent of damp earth, wet cedar, and something faintly metallic that always lingered after heavy rain. Clara Whitmore stood behind the worn oak counter of Willow & Ink, smoothing the spines of a stack of newly donated novels, aligning them with meticulous care. The storm had returned sometime after midnight. She had woken to its rhythm—steady, persistent, almost purposeful. Rain in Ashford Hollow was never merely weather. It was a messenger. A reminder. A whisper.