Romans & histoires Rain Reign Book

Rain wrote a new hand against the city’s skin. The next night had already chosen its shape. The end… ?

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

From inside their home, one could hear the calming and melancholic sound of raindrops. In the past, rain used to evoke fear in Keisha. But with Colten's help and love, the fear was slowly replaced with joyful memories amidst the rain. She had many bad experiences with the rain, moments that caused her intense fear, especially when she miscarried while it was raining. She even remembered how she tormented herself in the rain, allowing herself to drown in sadness while the raindrops poured on her skin.

Sherryl Rain stood in the rain, her eyelashes dripping with the water that slid from her wet hair to her forehead, then down to her eyes. If she hadn't been sure before, now there was no doubt: the man who had bought her off the black market was a devil. Dallion was cold and evil, with no trace of humanity in his soul. It wasn't just the darkness that surrounded them—the rain blurred her vision, making it hard to tell weeds from plants. When she crouched down, pulling out weeds by mistake, she realized she had also yanked out some of the good plants, which Dallion had already planned to punish her for further.

Isabella - Rain. Not the kind that’s cold, harsh, or makes you miserable. No, this was a nice, pleasant summer rain—one of those gentle showers that make everything glisten and smell like freshly cut grass and wet pavement. Perfect weather for... whatever adults do after work. For me, it was just another day trying to survive Logan Sinclair.

Thygas found a comfortable place for them to sit and she joined him immediately. As they sat together in the bathhouse, the soft lapping of the water against the stone edges seemed to echo the beat of her heart. The dim lights danced across Rain's dark skin, which was visible through the light cotton dress she wore, illuminating it with a soft, golden glow. Thygas's eyes, filled with empathy and concern, met hers, and Rain felt the dam she’d been holding back start to crack.

Damien added. Rain looked at him in surprise, "you mean, you would let me?" "Why wouldn't I?" Damien asked with a short laugh. "I found these books about gay people and it said some men don't want to be in the receiving end" Damien kissed his forehead, "as long as I am with you, I want to be on all ends" Rain burst out laughing. "Do you know I was going to leave the pack after I turned eighteen?" Rain asked, after he stopped laughing.

The clouds spat out beads of water,puddles began blinking as the rainfall became heavier. AUTHOR'S NOTE:I want to use this opportunity to thank you all for the contribution you made to my book by reading it, voting gems and being patient with me. I didn't know I would write this book again until I checked and saw the progress the book was making.I saw the gems and comments and I was filled with happiness and I found strength again. Thank you all so much.I will try to complete this book as soon as possible. Thank you once again.

Chapter 40 IN THE RAIN Kiara stayed at the window side staring out the window in her old bedroom, the sky was dark, it looked like the first rain was going to pour that night, She took out a cigarette and lit it, she opened the window as the first rain of the season began to pour, she put out her hand in the rain and let out a deep breath, Shortly after, she heard the gate open and her eyes focused on the person that entered, it was Daniel, she wondered why he had left his car out, she watched him walk towards her front door and soon after, he began to knock,

He of all the people knew how fake this dream was but before he got even two steps forward, he was kicked back swiftly yet hard that he got in a crouching stance. "Rain?" Ketra's cheeks were wet with tears as she glanced at the god in front of her. Was it happening or was she hallucinating? She freed from Kevin's hands as Rain's manly scent hit her senses. Her feet lifted suddenly feeling energized and she found her way to his arms almost immediately and buried her head in his broad chest that she had missed for an eternity while inhaling his merry scent of cinnamon.