Rain World Echoes Novels & Stories

*Echoes* My pain My sorrow Reverts back at me Like a house Without a thing. I tried filling it up with Joy And love but darkness still painted them black. Maybe I'm not meant For this; I mean Happiness and Love isn't meant for me. Sadness Darkness Is where I belong and maybe suicide would be the end of me. My thoughts are blank My thinking is blocked Echoes of my empty cobwebbed mind is all I hear. *©Gemini Pride*

The moment those words left my mouth, the entire world seemed to fall silent. The smug arrogance on Lucas's face froze completely, twisting into something almost absurd. Silas froze, too. The storm raging inside his head suddenly went still, leaving behind only one sentence repeating endlessly. [She likes me... She said she likes me... She actually said it herself... I'm not dreaming...] The overwhelming joy in his eyes was so intense it almost felt tangible. Lucas was the first to snap back to reality. Pointing wildly between Silas and me, he doubled over with hysterical laughter, practically doubled over.

But suddenly a thunderous rain started. It was not at all safe to drive in this heavy rain in the mountain area, so they have to wait till the rain stops. There were few guesthouses on this site and one of which is being already taken by Sean group for the team member who is working on the site. They all shifted to the guest house. It was already 7 in the evening and still, the rain has not stopped. Mobile signals were also not working due to rain so they were not able to inform their families. Reese was feeling a little uneasy as she knows mother Lee and grandma were worried about her. And this site visit was too sudden so she couldn’t get the chance to inform them earlier.

SANTIAGO LIVES in a fancy neighborhood in Oro Valley, up against the Catalina Mountain range. I park my motorcycle, climb the wall, and scan the backyard. Huge pool, fancy patio. But beyond the stone bar and grill and deck furniture, there’s a regular door. It’ll be easy enough to kick it in. I take a moment to slip past the cameras. No flood lights on the lawn— vampires can see in the dark. Luckily, so can shifters. I hunker down into the bushes and wait.

I wasn't even angry at him anymore, I just wanted this destruction to stop. But I couldn’t move. I wasn’t steering anymore. And then there was Caelum. He stood alone on a fractured balcony, arms folded, the edge of his cloak dancing in the wind. And he smiled. Not with joy. Not even with satisfaction. But with a kind of awe. Like a man watching divinity wake up. And then the sky cracked. A thunderclap rolled through the world like it had been torn in two. I turned—no, Lira turned us—toward the sound.

He was the one who had burned our bridge. Bored out of my mind, I sat back down and pulled out my phone. It was my daughter's first day at kindergarten. I was worried about how she was handling it. Right then, the door swung open. I looked up to see a pair of familiar yet dull eyes. They lit up the moment they found me. It'd been a full five years since we last met. Shawn approached with a tense smile. "Scarlett, long time no see." I smiled back but kept my distance. "Long time."

For you my dear, I can go against the world. So what it is to go in the Beast's cave to sacrifice myself to save you from the cruel world. -Rain RAIN POV How does it feels when your whole world comes crashing down. That one phone call had made my heart beating faster as I raced through the roads never caring about the traffic lights or the speed board. My Amber! Her face, her smile, her tears and everything else. All the sweet memories were coming in front of my eyes. Like the first time when she was handed to me after two months of serious observation, how she wrapped her tiny fingers around my middle finger.

Softly at first, then with more insistence, tapping against the windows in the specific rhythm of something that has found its way back to where it belongs. I closed my eyes and listened. Not to the grandfather clock measuring out the seconds of my sentence. Not to the house settling around me with its watchful expensive silence. Not to the voice that had been running the management commentary for fourteen months, cataloguing risk and calculating exposure and keeping the walls intact. To the rain. To the wild and untamed rhythm of it beyond the glass, beyond the iron gates, beyond the manicured shapes of things forced into forms they had not chosen. A smile found my lips in the dark behind m

The mournful cry of a lonely fox echoed through the vault-still silence of the trees. A huffing wind rose then, stirring the flaps of their tent. A tinkling sound came to the ears as the first pearls of rain dropped onto the leaves. The sound was like the glassy clinking of a champagne flute, lilting and clear. A sheet of rain passed over them, and the sound intensified. The noise in the tent was like the phut-phut-phut that ripened nuts make when they hit the ground. It wasn't the soft, saturated, swollen drops of spring we were hearing; it was like ball bearings were hitting the canvas roof with force. They could also hear an occasional ker-plunking sound. The rainwater caused it to gather

Sophia’s POV The rain poured down heavily, accompanied by flashes of lightning and mumbling thunder. I stood at the hospital window, watching it fall with hypnotic rhythm. Despite the gray skies and the cold wind creeping through the cracks of the old windowpane, there was something oddly peaceful about it. The droplets raced down the glass like tiny rivers, their chaotic descent matching the turmoil inside me. Yet, somehow, the sound was calming — as if the heavens knew my pain and wept with me.