Raindrop Book Novels & Stories

and trying to close her legs. But I didn’t stop. I pushed her panties aside and slid one finger along her slick folds, finding her clit and rubbing it in slow, gentle circles. She gasped, her book dropping to the floor with a soft thud. I kept going, teasing her until her hips started twitching. Then I eased one finger inside her tight, dripping pussy, curling it just right while my thumb kept working her clit.

I fell to my knees in the mud. The cold rain washed the soot from my face. Stephen let go of Elias. Elias stayed facedown in the dirt crying. He was not crying for his empire. He was crying because he realized he was truly completely alone. The sky just opened up. It was like the whole valley was screaming. It was so hot and dry for long. Then the rain came. The first drops were big and heavy like rocks hitting the ground. Then the sky just let go. The rain poured down. This was the Rain of Mercy like something out of a movie. The sound of the rain hitting the lodge was like a million little drums beating all at once.

SERAFINA As the heavens unleashed their fury, raindrops fell with increasing intensity, soaking me to the bone within seconds. The ominous rumble of thunder reverberated through the air, sending shivers down my spine. The cloak-clad figure ahead of me, undeterred by the downpour, dashed into the mouth of a nearby cave. Driven by both curiosity and a desire for refuge from the relentless rain, I sprinted after him, my feet slipping on the wet ground, my breath ragged. Each step brought me closer to the unknown, the mysterious figure who seemed to hold the key to so many unanswered questions.

Alex's Pov The words on the page danced away from one another and then back together again, colliding and rolling over one another. They swam across the white background from one end to another and shrieked in alarm and scurried out of the way of one solitary raindrop. I blinked quickly, causing more raindrops to fall. I snapped the book shut. Crying was useless. I'd done enough of that the night before and again this morning. I dragged my forearm across my eyes a little forcefully, the rough fabric grazing my skin.

As how bad,a bad boy can be.There’s always someone who can melt and soften their hearts just like Daniel! Rain was a homosexual and in other terms he was a gay.Rain has always had the talent to become an illustrator and author rather than taking up business to manage just like his brother,instead of obeying his father’s order he decided to rebel against it and free himself from obedience.

I said nothing in reply, hung up and blocked the contact. I shook my head. I was getting tired but I had to keep going. I continued till I got to number 5 and none of them were right. I tossed my phone and lay supine. The tapering of the rain had stopped and the air was chilly. I grabbed my pink blanket and pulled it over me. I wondered if all this was worth it. I glanced at the letter again, read the last lines and resolved to keep trying. He said he'd be waiting.

Sympathy poured in. The family stood together. Stronger. Unbroken. Elena finished the chapter. Titled it: The Rain That Never Forgets She printed it. Bound it. Placed it beside the others. Then she walked to the veranda. The rain was falling harder now—angry, relentless. She stepped out into it. Let it soak her dress, her hair, her skin. She tilted her head back. Closed her eyes. Let the water run down her face. She whispered to the rain.

Note; This is the sequel to a book, "The Pact" Read that first before this one for better understanding!! SELENE POV Drip! Drip! Drip! I watched the rain roll down the glass of my car, slow and steady. My eyes kept following the trails it left behind, before moving to another bubble of water. It's getting so close to August, so whatever rain we see now, is a lucky one. We should be out of it by now, whilst enjoying the summers.

ARC ONE: DAFFODIL; The Beginning PROLOGUE: — Pitter, patter. The raindrops fell one by one, clattering against the glass window. Not long after, the sky cried fully, obstructing the person inside the room to see the outside through the window. Yet, the person was not bothered by it at all. The sound of rain did not even reach her ears as she stared intently at her phone that was lying silently on her pale palms, her thumb anxiously rubbing against its edge.

Ashes and Rain The rain came softly. Not the storm of anger or judgment, but a gentle, forgiving drizzle that fell from the sky like a sigh of peace. It carried with it the scent of smoke and soil, of endings turned to beginnings. Every drop shimmered faintly, catching the red light of the Blood Moon until the whole valley seemed to glow from within. Lyra stood beneath the rain, her hair plastered against her skin, her eyes glimmering with tears she didn’t bother to hide.