Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

RAINE’S POV I hear my name being called, and I squeeze my eyes tighter, refusing to open them. I was not ready to face the day, to face the turmoil my life was currently in. “I know you’re awake.” I let out an exaggerated groan as I flutter my eyes open. Shane stands over me, holding a mug in his hand. “I’m starving, let’s get breakfast.” “I have nothing to wear…” I said, grabbing the edges of the large comforter and pulling it up over my head. Shange snatches it away from me, revealing my entire body.

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.

What if Bonus Chapter 5 What If They Met at a Bookstore During a Rainstorm? Eli POV The rain came down in sheets, hammering the big windows of the independent bookstore like it wanted to drown the entire city. I’d ducked inside just as the sky opened, hair already soaked, hoodie clinging to my skin, silver nail polish chipped and glossy from the wet. My backpack was heavy with new finds—two novels I’d been hunting for weeks and a slim volume of poetry that had caught my eye. I stood near the fiction shelves, dripping quietly onto the hardwood floor, flipping through pages while the storm raged outside.

In the blink of an eye, it became a gloomy sky. Patter! A raindrop fell on Ding Hao's palm. Ding Hao was staring at it. The color of the raindrop was... crimson. "Is it blood?" Pit-a-pat! Heavy rain poured down. There were lines of raindrops in the air and they formed a curtain of rain. It was a red curtain of rain. Every drop of rain was as red as blood. They were sparkling. The scene was extremely weird. It looked as if the sky were bleeding.

Natasha's mind was churning out words to stop the torrent of tears that kept falling from her eyes. At that moment, Natasha felt a splash of water. She raised her head to the sky, and the rain fell slowly on her face. At first, it was only drizzling, but suddenly, it turned into a heavy downpour. The sky was clear at this time, and there weren't even any clouds to predict the usual rain. Without being able to believe it, Natasha saw the waiter running frantically with an umbrella toward her. Strangely, Natasha just wanted James to come and do that for her instead of getting the maid's help.

Raindrops fell on his body, bringing him peace. He had been deciding whether to leave the cave or stay inside listening to the rain crashing, Chrystal Daly fell asleep after introducing herself, and Oliver made a small fire to warm up... however, the desire to go out and enjoy the famous rain was stronger than the tiredness and the cold.

Chapter 29 Third Person’s POV The rain was terrifying yet comforting that night—it was beautifully tragic as it floods the land—the water wasn’t murky. It was clear and the rain that fell to wash the land rid of impurities was warm and comforting. Lux loved it. He loved how chaos was both beautiful and poetic even if it destroyed a lot of thing. He loved the flowing water and he loved how the rain cascaded down his naked body as he stood under the shower that the clouds provided.

Rain suddenly screamed because Chiel snatched the book from Rain's lap. "That's enough! You can't take more than your body can handle." "Return!" shouted Rain as she stood up angrily. "Give me back the book! I want to get everything. I want all my memories and memories back." Chiel asked the assistant to keep the book. Rain and Chiel stood opposite each other. Although Chiel's body was shorter and only up to Rain's chest, Chiel looked up with a pair of cold and cruel eyes.

Author's POV As Ember continued her journey through the silent road, the raindrops gradually intensified, drenching her hoodie and jeans. Each droplet seemed to merge with the tears streaming down her face, creating a blurred vision of the world around her. The pain in her limp became more apparent with every step, but she pressed on, determined to reach her destination.

The raindrops created a mesmerizing tapestry against the window, each droplet a testament to the intricate wonders of the world around them. In the hushed stillness of the rainy afternoon, mother and child shared a moment of quiet connection, their hearts attuned to the soothing cadence of the rain. As the rain continued to fall, a sense of peace settled over them, wrapping them in a cocoon of love and serenity that transcended words.