Rain Man Book Novels & Stories

JULIAN ST. CLAIR’S POV *Low lighting. Shadows cling to the bookshelves, stretching like secrets. Rain whispers against the tall windows. The storm outside is gentle — almost tender. I sunk my bottocks in my chair, alone at my desk, a half-empty glass of whiskey in my hand. A bottle of something old and expensive rests beside me.*

Jasmine’s POV The rain had slowed down, and the thunder was not so loud anymore. I was still in the living room, curled on the couch with my favorite blanket and a fantasy romance book in my hands. The title was Zodiac Academy. I had just gotten to the part where everything was getting heated — The Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac — and I couldn’t put it down. I was fully inside that world, far away from the thunder outside or the weird tension in this house.

Rain knew that it was the perfect time for her to familiarize herself with the mansion, so she roamed the hallways alone. She found a library in the back of the mansion and she smiled to herself. One hobby she always enjoyed was reading, so she was thrilled to find the place where she could escape her reality. Outside the library were empty tables, except one table where a powerful Lycan sat, deep in conversation on his phone. His aura was overpowering, Rain realizing he was one of the Elite wolves. It was clear he was someone of importance. To avoid disturbing him, she entered the library and gasped. It was incredible. She was surrounded by million of books, the library encased in gold. The

Rain Rain really didn’t know what to think about what Elle was going through. He just wanted to help her. Even though he also had his own shit to deal with as a pack alpha his wolf would not let Elle go through whatever this was alone. But, Rain the man also wanted to be with her. She was a fascinating and beautiful person to just be around. Unlike Rain who had spent most of his life scraping by and then when everything changed after the accident and he went to jail things got worse. But, Elle doesn’t know that he reminded himself not yet and there would be time to explain that later. Holding onto Elle’s hand they both look at Aunt Hilda together. Aunt Hilda looked at them with a serene smil

the man smiled darkly. "Okay you two," Rain said looking at her watch, "it was fun meeting you but I have to go if I want to make it in time for the fifty percent off sale," she stopped to look at me, "but I am very interested to find out what's going on here later." She winked before moving to go out of my room. I so badly wanted to scream don't leave me alone with this man that just magically appeared in my apartment. But I heard my front door click closed and took a couple of steps away from the man.

He wanted Death to come straight to him. Hope and terror collided inside me. Death was close. So close. But this man knew it too. He tossed the radio aside and looked back at me. “Looks like you’re going to help me get out of this.” His grip tightened painfully before he threw me against the side of the van. My back smashed into the dented metal. Pain exploded through my body. I gasped for air as he slowly walked toward me. A cruel grin spread across his face. “I’ve heard all about you.”

He came to find her at nine. She was on the window seat with one of the brown-paper books, the Japanese short stories, reading the third one which was about a man who collected other people's lost umbrellas and kept them in a room he never entered. The rain had come back properly, the committed kind, hitting the windows in gusts that made the apartment feel more enclosed than usual, more like a place you were in by choice rather than circumstance.

He read about the moment Cale threw him across the bridge. Cale listened. He didn't speak. He just watched Elion’s lips moving, absorbing the history of a man he used to be. Outside, the rain started again. "Rain," Cale whispered. "Yeah. It's raining." "Entry One," Cale said. "What?" "Entry One. In the book. It was raining." Elion looked at the first page. "Yes. It was." "And an umbrella," Cale said. "Yes." Cale looked at the corner of the room. There was an old, black umbrella leaning against the wall—probably belonging to the ranger.

POV ESMERAY The rain was no longer a drizzle; it was a torrential assault that turned the world into a blur of gray and black. I clung to Ruan’s back, my fingers aching from how tightly I was gripping his leather vest. The highway felt endless, a ribbon of wet asphalt cutting through the desolate landscape of northern California. Every time a car’s headlights appeared in the distance, my heart stopped, waiting for the flash of a Viper’s muzzle or the screech of tires. But Ruan didn't flinch. He leaned into the wind, the roar of his Harley a defiant challenge to the storm.

Storms POV I couldn’t believe it our mate! We met our mate! Rain was so happy she was prancing around in my head. He was tall, tan and very handsome his eyes were deep green with amber flakes in them, like fire flakes, his hair looked thick and wavy. I wanted to run my hands through it. ‘Later…Storm…later when we ride him off into the sunset and he marks us tonight.’ Rain said in my head. ‘Rain! You dirty wolf!’ I gasped but didn’t mind the idea myself.