Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

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.

“To add another would be imperfection.” “Or it would be harmony,” Lyra said softly. She didn’t unweave the Loom. She simply let a story unfold from her, not as a projection, but as an invitation. It was a simple story, one of the first Sela had ever told her. A story about a raindrop that was afraid to fall from its cloud, fearing it would cease to be. But when it fell, it joined a river, then an ocean, and learned that it became part of something vast and new. The story settled over the Crystalline Chorus not as a command, but as a question.

3 Grace. It was raining. And it was not a gentle drizzle or a moody sprinkle, but stormy. Heavy drops slammed the windows like they were mad at the glass, thunder cracked open the sky in jagged bursts, and the house, big as it was, suddenly felt smaller.

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

It was an eight hours flight to Chicago and throughout the entire flight, Rain peeked at Ketra intently taking in every inch of her beauty. Ketra made herself busy on her iPad that she picked up from the ground where it had fallen and even though she advised herself to concentrate countless times, she still couldn't. She was continuously stealing glances at Rain who shot her a captivating smile whenever their eyes met.

The untouched tray of food lay forgotten as she drifted towards the window, her gaze lost in the relentless downpour. As she gazed at the torrential rain beating down on the lush foliage, she watched the tiny rivulets that had emerged on the earth, tracing their way through the landscape. Each droplet was a note in the symphony of her despair, the rivulets on the glass a map of her shattered expectations.

Silence. A beat passes, and I can barely contain the tears threatening to fall. Never in my life have I ever put myself in such a vulnerable position. “Earth to you.” Thirst Trap snaps a finger at me, and that’s when I notice he’s on his knees, hovering over me. His face is blurry, thanks to my tears, and I can’t read his expression. “The infamous tough girl, Wraith, is crying,” he says, propping his body on his elbows so he hovers closer to me, “what a day to be alive.”

This one was smaller and wrapped in soft, white paper. Chloe walked out this time after dropping it. And I opened it. Wow… my eyes caught it. A pair of earrings. No, not just earrings—these were diamond earrings shaped like teardrops. A note fell out. I reached for it, picking it up. **You were so brave, princess. I’m happy that you are finally here, but I’m not happy that you’re in Rain’s department. It should have been me. Can't wait to see you tonight. —River.**

Curves of the Alpha Pack Chapter 1: The Storm’s Arrival The rain pounded against the tall windows like impatient fingers demanding entry. I stood in the dimly lit foyer of the old mansion, my soaked coat dripping onto the marble floor. My heart hammered as if it wanted to escape my chest entirely. This was supposed to be straightforward. Sign some papers, sell the crumbling estate my distant relative had left me, and walk away from the mess. Yet the moment I stepped inside, the air grew thick and charged, carrying a wild energy that made the hairs on my arms stand up.