Rain Code Characters Novels & Stories

1 year later Head tilted toward the sky with her eyes closed, Jade feels the cool wind blow around her, brushing her skin ever so softly, as the first drop of rain drops, slowly, with one or two drops turning to a constant rhythmic dance as the rain gets heavier. Suddenly she didn't feel the raindrops on her skin anymore, opening her eyes, she was met with an umbrella above her head, and turned to the side to find a pair of violet-coloured eyes already staring back at her. A smile graces her face, wet hair strands sticking to her face. With his free hand, Darius tries to pull her under the shelter of the umbrella completely, only for Jade to knock the umbrella out of his hands completely, ca

The driver turned around with the umbrella after noticing her solid posture. The driver did not come back, in fact. However, there was no indication that the rain would stop. Charlene looked at the time, contemplating whether to fight the rain or continue waiting. At that moment, she heard a voice she recognized. "Come on, I'll give you a ride." Granger was the one. It was growing dark, and the duration of the rain was uncertain. Without objecting, Charlene said, "Thank you."

In fact, she was getting faster with each breath, so if Creed couldn't catch up with her pace, he would be nothing but a hindrance to her assaults. The position of his limbs, the structure of stance, the placement of his daggers, the angle of his joints…none of the aspects could even come close to matching Rain's combat unpredictable combat patterns. Rain, while executing the chaos sequence, could very well be a melee monster. Her extremely slim physique gives her an insane dynamic flexibility. Hence, Colt understood more than anyone else that in order to fight alongside Rain, one needs to stay on their toes. In fact, Creed's very presence hampered their combined efforts due to the gaps he l

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

Her father would probably stomp down on Kenneth’s grandfather without lifting a finger, and who knew what would her grandfather do? The clock struck eleven in the evening, yet Sabrina remained wide awake. She slid open the window of her bedroom, welcoming the cold rush of wind. When she looked up, the sky was blanketed by dark clouds, concealing the stars. The air carried a chill, signaling an imminent rainstorm. Setting a countdown timer on her phone, Sabrina smiled as the first raindrop fell within five minutes.

Rain will not let me tell my brother his not cheating so now Ky hates Rain's guts. "About?" I ask, ignorance is bliss. "I've tried to call him yesterday to ask for help getting a contract and he said he'll think about it and hung up on me. He sounded pissed" he tells me, he pulls me into his arms and kiss the top of my head. I fell in love with Rain the minute I laid eyes on him, he has dirty blonde hair and the most amazing grey eyes. He was gorgeous. He has a bad boy vibe when we first met, leather jacket and motorcycle vibes he was quite popular with the ladies back then, but he only had eyes for me.

He moved with calm confidence, a bright, uncontained force that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery. The rain was a relentless presence, a wild, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of risk and danger. The storm was a sharp, vivid force, a fierce, living energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of the unknown. The tension between the three characters was a bright, living presence, a sharp, uncontained energy that filled the space with life and the thrill of discovery.

Her romance kept making her the stupid victim. "No. I hate the rain." Marcel answered briefly because for Marcel there is nothing special about the rain. Do you think the rain will make you look romantic when you are with your partner? Of course that doesn't apply to Marcel because the rain only makes him remember all his wounds and memories that he has buried and closed tightly to. "Same. I also hate the rain because it only brings its wounds." Rachel's answer was almost similar to Marcel's. Finally, Marcel's car stopped in front of a hotel that the woman had mentioned. Rachel quickly got out of the car with a slight bow Rachel said thank you and goodbye.

’’ August took her by the hand, kissing the top of the palm in front of Odin. ‘’ Oh, you have a friend? I’m Rain. Nice to meet you,’’ her response was calm and natural. ‘’ Now that you know each other get going from here,’’ comments Odin slapping the hand of August away from Rain. ‘’ Where will I go? We have worked have you forgotten that?’’. ‘’ That slipped out of my mind,’’ Odin murmurs looking away. Rain felt like making up her mind to invite them over for some snacks. ‘’ Excuse me but,’’ she turns to them.

Rain wrote a new hand against the city’s skin. The next night had already chosen its shape. The end… ?