Raine Toh Novels & Stories

Six months later. Sunshine Orphanage. I crouched down and tied the ribbon in Raine’s hair. She wore a brand-new floral dress, her cheeks rosy, her right hand now fitted with delicate, responsive prosthetic fingers. “Miss Shaw, can I really play the piano today?” she asked, tilting her face up at me, her eyes bright. “Of course.” I took her hand. “You’ve practiced for so long. It’s time everyone heard you.”

Then I captured her lips on a kiss. Raine moaned as I kissed my way down her throat, my hands squeezing her soft ass. Warm water sprayed gently on us from the shower, turning her auburn hair to a deeper shade and making it stick to her face. As long as I was concerned, Raine was a perfect being. I kissed down her chest, nibbling on the soft swell of her breast before drawing one hardened nipple into my mouth. Raine arched against me with a broken moan, her fingers combing through my hair.

And when I stared at the mirror, I was proud of she who stared right back at me - Rhea Dawson. A tear escaped my eyes and I dabbed my cheek gently with a napkin and then a powder brush. It was a happy tear, reminding me of all the bumps and hurdles we had overcome in the previous years. I closed my eyes and let myself sink into my memories, reminiscing on everything we've been through in the past eight years.

He said. "How is she related to you?" I asked him. I had been curious about how his head maid was related to him. He just scoffed. "She is one of those relatives..." he began sarcastically, "her mother was a tourist that went to Rayuwa. She met her father, who was my mother's third cousin. They had a fling, and when she returned to Duniya, she found she was pregnant. Her mother did not want her, so she took her to an orphanage. My mother wasn't royalty then, so it didn't matter. The moment my mother became royalty, her mother, who was suffering at that time, went to search for her. Tofi was seventeen years old when her mother found her working in a brothel. She tried to use her daughter to t

She truly means it. "Hey..." Rayne's sweet voice catches my attention, making me look at her. I walk over to her and she surprises me by taking my hand and placing a ring on my finger. "That was my dad's... it's yours now," she speaks through the tears that roll down her pink cheeks. I softly bring her close to me by placing my hand on the small of her back and pulling her towards me. I bend down and kiss her lips, trying to satisfy my need for their sweet taste. I tuck a strand of her hair behind her ear. Her hair is shorter now, it no longer reaches her waist as it used to, it's just below her shoulders. She had to cut it because we needed to shield our army. I can feel her hot tears as th

The milk was white and fuming with vapor. At the same time, Raine also entered. She held a platter of fruit dessert which she had prepared earlier and handed it to Madam Hamilton. “It’s been a few years since I’ve met Raine. You’ve gotten more and more beautiful.” With a satisfied look, Madam Hamilton continued, “and so sensible too. Where are you working now?” Raine smiled and calmly answered, “in Grudin North; as Mr. Valentine’s secretary.” “Wow, such a remarkable lady. Imagine how much you can achieve if you keep learning and working diligently.” Madam Hamilton could not withhold her praise.

A True. I presumed we all knew that by then and it would be boring to keep stating it so I didn't say a word. I reached for my phone under my pillow and my earpods on the table beside my bed. I plugged them in my ears, connected and searched for a soothing piece to play. After scrolling through two thousand + songs, I settled for 'moonlight sonata' by Beethoven. It seemed to hold more meaning that dawn. I closed my eyes and pretended to play an imaginary piano on the air, totally oblivious of my surrounding, especially poor Maureen who was probably waiting for me to comfort her. I'm sorry Maureen, but if you happen to read this in future, just know that I wasn't trying to be rude. I was mere

she ordered, pointing toward a couch nearby. Paulo looked at it, then at her. “I’m not your assistant.” “Sit,” she repeated. He let out a long exaggerated sigh. Then he sat, leaning back slightly, clearly not impressed by any of this. Raine disappeared into the fitting room. Just a few minutes passed, Paulo glanced around, already bored. He checked his phone. He saw nothing worth his attention, then he turned it off. He repeated until the curtain pulled back and Raine stepped out. She was wearing a blue knee-length dress that highlighted her frame without trying too hard.

She had targeted me from day one and now, now she was here to make sure I die. “You can do this!” There was that voice again and I quickly glance around, it was just me and Vivian, there was no one else here “Are you my wolf?” I ask quietly as I keep an eye on Vivian “Yes Irina, My name is Raine. Happy birthday” It wasn’t my birthday, there were still a few more weeks until I turned eighteen. I must have had too many blows to my head and I hear Vivian laugh as she stands in front of me, her lip curling up in disgust.

"He shouldn’t take your happiness away from you.” “I won’t let him.” She vowed. Raine placed his hand on hers and rubbed gently consoling her for every pain Richard had caused her. She didn’t deserve to pay for something she knew nothing about. “Tell me about you.” She turned to face him fully with a bright smile on her face. “I’d like to know Raine Cruz… the man.” Raine chuckled and sighed then took a sip of his already cold coffee, grimaced and dropped the cup. “I’m twenty eight years old, I used to love playing basketball and sometimes… soccer but all that changed when I turned sixteen.” He said.