Rain The Script Novels & Stories

I yearned to feel numb from everything in this world. I heard heavy foot steps splashing through the rain behind me. I didn't even try to move or turn around I just kept aimlessly walking. Til a hand wrapped around my wrist stopping my aimless stride. There sin was gripping my arm. Oblivious to the fact it pouring raining he still stood there. “ what do you want mr. samisan ?” “Gabriella don't be like this.. let's go somewhere dry and talk”he pleaed as rain flowed down his hair and face. “I have nothing to speak to you about “I snapped

she nearly cried because now she was only in a towel exposing almost everything, and she couldn't go out because the Casanova might see her and who knows what would happen Sia sat on the bed as she thought about what to do, she looked outside, and the rain was pouring heavily as if the heavens were mad at someone for some reason. A lot of time passed by and Sia was just sitting there waiting for the night to end, she was feeling cold, and the bed wasn't helping no matter how much she tried to put her head down. The sky was continuously crying followed by thunder and life-threatening lightning which no one knew she feared

Davino's voice raced against the sound of lightning that cast a shadow across the sky. The rain was pouring harder. Jonathan and Sarah's grief was becoming palpable. Nature sheds all the tears that have accumulated and can no longer be condemned. Safira was out of it. ***

Xavier My heart was broken seeing Lily and Leo together, I was shattered I didn't mind if it was raining on not and since I parked my car at a distance to avoid being seen I'll have to walk more under the rain, I already waited in the rain for so long walking under the rain again will surely destroy my health, only if this rain can wash away the pains in my heart After seeing Leo's car drive away and watching Lily enter the house, I came out from the corner looking devastated, I didn't care about the rain, it's nothing compared to the tears in my heart. I started walking to my car which was not close

Time. Cold rain lashes my face like a thousand needles as I step onto the balcony. The wind whips my hair, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh rain. Raindrops splatter on the marble floor, bursting into miniature explosions. A bitter realization washes over me: I gave up Rena for this pack, and now, I'm giving it up for her. A sad smile plays on my lips. Karma, maybe? Blurry green trees vanish into the thick rain curtain. My resolve hardens. Theon won't sit still – he'll come at us head-on. This time, it's war.

“As I told you, you won’t stand a chance so long as I’m here.” Keeping my head down, I let out a bitter smile. Out of nowhere, three crisp slaps rang up. Snapping my head up, I saw the familiar silhouette at the entryway. The long-absent voice of the System boomed. “Congratulations, Player. Your target’s affection has reached 100%. You have unlocked a Happy Ending.” Patrick bolted to his feet. Throughout the hall, mobile alerts started chiming one after another. Someone among the crowd exclaimed, “Look at the news!”

After sending it, I turned off my phone and went to shower. Hot water poured over my face. I could not tell whether it was water or something else. The comments said: [Ahhh, the villainess is so clear-headed!] [Lucas Rhodes is divorced too? What kind of divine meeting is this?] [The male lead is starting to reminisce. Too late now.] [The villainess said it so well. She doesn't miss poverty. She misses that person.] [I suddenly think the villainess and Lucas are a great match.] [Don't rush. Let things unfold.]

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

Raven’s POV It rained for four days straight,it wasn't a soft drizzle or the cinematic kind. Just sky-emptying, bone-saturating rain that made the walls weep and the pipes hum like dying monks. Brio hated it as he refused to go outside. He stared at the door like it had betrayed him. Elias loved it,he said the sky was finally being honest. Matteo tolerated it, saying it was good for the basil. I watched the water crawl down the window and wondered if healing had a sound. Maybe it was this.

​The rain in Crestview didn’t just fall; it punished. It was a cold, rhythmic assault that turned the city’s soot-stained streets into a labyrinth of grey slush. It hammered against the cracked, salt-crusted windows of the bus station, mirroring the frantic, shattered rhythm of Elara Vance’s heart. Each drop sounded like a gavel striking a desk, pronouncing a sentence she wasn't ready to serve.