Rain Man Book Novels & Stories

But then she noticed, her head turned slightly, strands of wet hair clinging to her face, eyes sharp despite the rain. Damien lowered the window, cold rain immediately splashed in, but he ignored it. “You’re not going to make it to the bus stop like that.”His voice cut through the sound of rain. She slowed down, then stopped. She was breathing lightly, chest rising and falling as she adjusted her grip on the books in her arms.

But he couldn’t save the books, hence, all the books got the turf from the paddle of mud water on the road brought in by the rain earlier. “What the hell?” the young man hissed. The young man soon picked up all the books and to his anguish, most of the novels got wet. He sighed as he picked everything. “You should have looked where you were going,” the man said indifferently. With knitted brows, the youngster glared at the man in front of him. The man’s apparel shouts extravagance and everything about him stands out. Realizing that he wouldn’t win against the man, the youngster just passed through, ignoring the man as if nothing happened.

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

The sky above was full of tumultuous, dark and ragged clouds. Ominous black clouds covered the sky, and released a sudden shower. Thunder rolling in from the west. The morning was cold and wet, with a brisk wind sweeping the rain across the land. On a normal day, the howling wind frightened Raven, but she was too focused, trying to hold back the avalanche of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered, her heart was heavy. The weather explained her mood—anger, disappointment and despair. Angry because she was so close to finding out the truth from the old man, disappointed that she didn’t know what to do next, and lastly, all hope was lost. It’s been two days since

Namely opening the window of the carriage to breathe in the fresh air that the day had to offer. But not long after I opened the carriage window, suddenly the sky rewarded us with raindrops. "Wow, it's my first rain," I exclaimed as I reached out my hand to feel the rain that was getting heavier and heavier. Precious water fell on my palm. There's a reason why I've always liked the rain, maybe because I'm a water wizard. That's why my manna feels like it's being refilled when it rains. And with the rain, I feel more secure because the supply of water around me is getting more and more. You could say that I feel invincible.

His gaze snaps back to Rain, who for some reason is stammering, no sign of her usual fire. “I…I… Colt, I can explain…” she stutters. I hide my surprise well. What did Colt do to make her like this? I crave the ability to make her this flustered and speechless myself, but not with fear or hate, with desire. “You are just like everyone else. Just like Lila. Just like him!” Colt points toward me then goes on a full meltdown like a fucking child, calling Rain names no man should ever call a lady. Slut, whore, tramp, disloyal and my beautiful mushroom just stands there, her hands fluttering uselessly, trying to explain.

“You have another copy of it right? I would be taking this one home. I’ll type everything and send you the document to sign via mail.” “Okay then,” she smiled. “Nice meeting you Mr. Storm.” “The pleasure is mine, Miss Hail,” I smiled back. “Its Hall,” she corrected. “Samantha Hall.” “I’d prefer hail,” I said. “Storm and Hail. They go together well don’t you think?” She was about to say something when I noticed two men on leather jackets moving towards me from the corner of my eyes. I turned around quickly and saw the pistol. “Samantha!”

Author Pov Standing in the corner of the vast balcony a young girl smiled at the rapid drops of rain hitting the luxury floor of the balcony. The wind was howling while thunder was growling and she was enjoying every bit of it. She was always a big fan of rain. She loves getting wet in it. She loves how this rain can be a reason for your happiness as well as a protector of someone's secret sorrow. She extended her hand to touch the rain but instead pulled back letting out a small gasp as her small frame was embraced by a giant one. Her back got pressed against a hard chest making her startled at first.

Through the gaps in the roof, rain poured down in sheets, soaking everything Cassian had touched, everything he'd kept, everything that proved he'd existed here at all. I moved without thinking. Grabbed the nearest book and pulled it close, trying to shield it with my body. The pages were already damp, the ink starting to blur. I reached for another. Then another. My hands shook as I tried to stack them somewhere dry, but there was nowhere dry left. The roof was gone in places. Split clean open by the force of my scream. I stood there holding a book that was falling apart in my hands, and I realized I couldn't save any of it. Not like this. Not by carrying them one at a time while the rain d

The rain was coming down heavily when I got into the car, one of the employees had an umbrella so I wouldn't get wet, he closed it as I settled into the seat, the driver drove, I didn't have the slightest mind for such a feat. Lorenzo sat next to me, reading a book that seemed to be about a thief in a jacket, or whatever. "What book is that?" I asked curiously. "Lupin. He's a brilliant, intelligent thief." "I like reading, but I don't have much patience," I said, watching the raindrops on the car window." "You should read it. " he suggested. Why are you so quiet?" he said. "Knowing that Emma is there and I'm here with my hands tied makes me anxious and angry. "I said.