Rain Day Antiques Novels & Stories

“What’s in it? Come on, give me a hint, just one!” “Patience, Manolya!” His eyes twinkled, promising secrets as he tapped the wheel, rain drumming outside. “Good things come to those who wait. Trust me on this.” We pulled up to his shop with a sharp whoosh, tires crunching on the wet gravel lot, rain pelting the roof. “Eren Antiques” swayed above the door, the blue, black and white Nazar boncuğu (Evil eye charm) glinting through the downpour.

Zoe gave a disappointed groan, then ducked inside, pulling the door closed behind her. Teri and Evie wandered the perimeter of the resort, looking for back ways and trails. Though they turned back in a jog as the first fat cold raindrops fell, by the time Teri banged on the door of the RV, they were caught in the storm's sudden downpour and soaked through. Inside, she wrapped the dog in a towel to dry and changed her clothes, hanging the wet ones over the tub to drip dry. Using Evie as a model, Zoe drew pictures while Teri fixed dinner and the thunderstorm grew worse, both outdoors and inside her.

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

Caitlyn" died. Unfortunately she was still pregnant. We all were crying for her sorrowful death. She and her unborned baby yet , when the rain stopped, and they covered her face with the white sheet , I was there to witness it all, she suddenly woke up like a corpse ,then screamed high and loud ,and blood were coming from the inside of her wetting the whole bed sheets to the floor, I can remember the smell. till today it is unforgetable thing . suddenly it started raining again but it wasn't normal rain, it was very heavy rain I have never witnessed before , yet it was like waking up to the warmth of the morning , the rain became blooded all crops were stained in red , we only saw red for lo

The machine hummed like a restless heartbeat, the needle gliding across skin as Ayla Cross filled the curve of a raven’s wing with black ink. The smell of antiseptic and cedar oil wrapped around her, the familiar perfume of creation. Outside, rain streaked the windows of The Runed Den, her little shop tucked between a pawn store and a bakery that stayed open too late.

Warren and the Colier couple kept begging Xyla to accept them as her students. However, Xyla refused to nod her head. In the end, the three of them had no choice but to give up. *** By the time Xyla and Clarence Steele walked out of Times Antique Store, it was already seven o’clock in the evening… In the antique market, the lights were still brightly lit. There were large red lanterns hung high up in the air. Coupled with the ancient style of design of the stores, the antique market seemed to have an extra touch of uniqueness.

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.

Tossing aside his mental itinerary, he took her hand, threw her a grin, and headed for the path that led to the market. The path through the woods wasn’t long. Rain’s eyes lit up when she first caught sight of the colorful tents and booths nestled against the curve of the Citadel’s stonewall, facing the bay. Rows of merchants selling everything from produce and crafts to weapons and livestock greeted shoppers with cheerful invitations to try their wares. Women with baskets did the household shopping, haggling with shopkeepers as their children scurried around, ogling the goods. By the look on her face, Rain couldn’t wait to explore.