Romans & histoires Rain Man Book

He trained day and night, focused on improving himself as an Alpha of such a large pack but no matter how hard he worked, they still found him incapable. Rain didn't notice that they were already at the airport in the human city until his driver acknowledged. He exhaled silently, pushing aside the thoughts he had, and exited the car to get to the plane. His nervousness continued as he inhaled and exhaled continuously. He looked at his hand watch and learned that he had less than thirty minutes to be on the plane so he hurried to check-in. Rain was done checking in and took his seat in the business class. He sat casually and relaxed since it was a human city and no one recognized him as an Al

I pee a lot, and smelling and seeing things that are sensitive to my body makes me puke. "Liam, just leave the poor girl alone." Sydney stepped in and pressed those breasts of hers on Liam's arm. "Come on. The book is a room. So we are going to have loads of fun." Loads of fun, indeed. "Just give me a minute," Liam brushed Sydney off, making her pout. "Lily, are you okay?" I scoffed.

I swear she's f*cking gorgeous. "Well then, we can't keep them waiting." I hand out my hand for her to hold and she gladly holds my hand. I hope she won't cause any trouble. *** Rain's POV I thought this place will be exciting, but turns out. This place really is! There's a whole lot of gang leaders, mafia boss, drug dealers! This ain't just full of rich old men! I was about to take a step when someone bumped on my shoulder. "Oh, I'm so— Rain?" I look at the person who bumped into me.

Time seemed to disappear when I was absorbed in a book. As the rain continued to fall outside, tapping steadily against the windows, its rhythm became a soothing backdrop to my reading. The library was lit by ancient chandeliers and lamps that cast a soft, comforting glow. The scent of old books blended perfectly with the fresh smell of rain, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and wonderfully new.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

I lie down next to him and whisper to him: — We're going to make it… You'll see… We'll get through this, my love. For the first time in months, I believe it. Really. --- Camille --- The rain drums against the bookstore window that morning. The sky is a dull grey, and the streets seem empty. I'm busy putting away the new arrivals, my heart lighter than at the beginning of this story. I've learned to love these quiet days, punctuated by the rustling of pages and the familiar smell of old books. Then the door opens, making the old bell ring. A man enters. Tall, elegant, soaked by the rain. His dark suit clings to his skin, yet he exudes that quiet assurance of those accustomed to occupying spac

She kept her sweat on the window to let the water rinse off it as she walked around; the smell of old books mixed with the divine smell of rain made her intoxicated. A small smile made its way to her lips as she rubbed her hands together to get some heat in cold night; Rains... there was a time when she did not like rain at all but now, it is her only friend. She took a book from the English liturate section; it was a Drama book; She sat on one of the seats; minimal light was making it difficult for her to read it but she somehow managed to read it. Maya was halfway through the book when she heard something; some sounds coming from the same corner she walked in from.

The rest of the men stayed while Rain, Alexander, and Enzo stepped into the bookshop. Holy shit. There were rows and rows of bookshelves that reached the really high ceiling, Rain gasped, feeling like she’d just stepped into fucking heaven. She breathed in deeply, the smell of hard cover books and lavender assailed her senses. A smile lit up her face as she looked around. She loved it! Who didn’t love a place where thousands of books lay, where so many stories could be kept and read in just one place. Rain felt her addiction for books start up again, her fingers itched to write as inspiration kept popping in.

Dealing with one small woman wasn’t going to tax him. Toying with the latch on his laptop, he let his eyes wander over the shelves of books. The sun shown through the window Rain had almost leapt through, reflecting off the snow and illuminating the red velvet couch. Three moons rode the sky in the Dark Lands and the climate was tropical. He’d miss this place, but it had never held his heart like his home.

Rowan’s POV The rain started slamming against the windows like it wanted to break in. I sat on the edge of the big bed in the master suite, knees pulled up to my chest, trying to read the same page of the book Marcus left me earlier. The words blurred. My head still spun from the library earlier—Julian snapping at Marcus, Marcus stepping between us like he’d fight his own twin for me. I didn’t know what the hell to think anymore. Then the first crack of thunder hit.