Rain Love In The Air Novels & Stories

“What’s with their song choices at this hour?” After their laughing session, the air had become more comfortable. They started talking about anything under the sun—their work, personal matters, and they even talked about their favorite colors. Rain feels like she’s dreaming. After 7 years of pining after Liam, this is the very first time that they’ve conversed like this. However, she quickly dismissed the fluttery feeling inside her heart when she realized that Claire and him are already dating. “Just pull up in front of the red gate over there,” Rain pointed.

The prince scrolled his phone and tapped Marie’s new composition song. “Am I In Love?” One stormy day, the clouds are heavy, Raindrops fall so tears flow when pain comes, The meadow is nowhere to see here, Somewhere there is a bright sun hidden from view. Then, a treasure comes as robins fly, Golds, diamonds, glittering sunshine, Heart beats faster as his hands greet gently, Cheeks are red, thoughts fly, and an anxious abound. Chorus: The gloomy day suddenly lights up brightly, Dancing in the rain confidently,

Adhyayan is known for his talent to cook lip-smacking dishes all around the world while Anvesha is the host of an inspiring talk show with one of the reputed channels of the nation. When Adhyayan and Anvesha come together, they take vows to complement each other forever! ❤❤❤ The best part about the sun and the rain is that they are both entirely different yet, complete by themselves. A ray from the sun and a drop of rain complement each other forming a beautiful rainbow of seven colors. The seven colors of rainbow depict love, passion, togetherness, emotions, joy, tears, and eternity!! ❤❤❤ So, let's began the rollercoaster ride of Adhyayan and Anvesha and see if how beautiful their rainbow o

And watch, while her head’s on his shoulder, the rain make love with the ground. Or he thought, while they were standing side by side inside the elevator, holding each other’s hand, her head leaning on his shoulder, her sweet scent hypnotizing him, maybe he could leave the windows open and let the rain watch him kiss and ultimately make love with Misha.

“Better that way. I want you to make love to me in a cold atmosphere.” We had another bout of kissing, while I caressed her body tenderly. The next moment, Elo got up, fastened the wrapper around her body, and danced towards the kitchenette. I saw her left eye wink, as she blew a kiss to me, before attending to the contents of her dainty basket. I knew I wouldn’t miss her for long, as the Dior scent had already taken over the room. I picked up her mobile phone and scrolled through her music collection. I selected Burn It Up by R. Kelly and pressed ‘play.’ I heard Elo exclaim from the kitchenette, the moment the song began to play. I straightened the bed sheets, and spread the straw mat on th

“I need this party to go well tonight. I feel like my whole success is banking on this. I need these people to love me.” “Of course, they will love you,” Imogen said softly as she walked closer to her friend. “You are amazing and you are charming and you are smart. You know what you are doing.” She placed a hand on Maeve’s shoulder, rubbing it kindly. “And if they don’t love you, you’d at least make them respect you.” “Yeah, yeah.” Maeve waved if off dismissively. She glanced up at Imogen, forcing a smile out. “I’m fine, I’m going to be fine.”

Then, the air around Navarien grew transitionally, impossibly sweet. The harsh chill of the mountain winter vanished, replaced instantly by the overwhelming scent of damp moss, blooming jasmine, and fresh summer rain. The blue lightning crackling in the stormy sky above seemed to quiet into a soft, ambient, protective glow. Navarien opened his eyes, and his breath left him entirely.

The sight of that small, devastated woman begging for answers from a piece of anonymous stone made something tighten in his chest. And before he knew it, he took a step forward. Another. And another. When he stopped behind her, he reached out his hand without thinking, without planning, without calculating. He just let his fingers rest on Karen’s shoulder. She didn’t lift her head. Speaking was not something she tried. Speaking was not something she tried. She just raised her hand and held his, squeezing it as if she needed an anchor to keep from sinking. That’s when the rain started. First, a few soft drops. Then, a heavy, cold curtain fell over them both, washing away the gravestone, the f

One message to Vincent. “I accept you.” Aira said and he looked back at her his eyes dazed and shining with something akin to tears, “I want you as you are Vincent. I love you,” She said and before she knew it, Vincent stepped toward her stopping when he was right before her and kneeling on one knee taking her hips in his hands and pulling her in an intimate hug as his face was buried in her stomach. “I love you. I f***ing love you so much Aira. I can never live without you,” He whispered his voice strangled and Aira sobbed,

I tilted my head and raised my glass before drinking the last bit. Enzo shook his head. "I don't know what it feels like to be in your shoes, Xav, because love didn't leave me. Instead, it played like a roller coaster towards me. But guess what?" He is back on me again, trying to prove that there is love and it's not shit. "It has to be in perfect timing, like rain with a rhythm. . . Rain resembles sadness and heartache, Xav. But if you look at it thoroughly, it gives you happiness."