Rainimator Ciara Novels & Stories

She forces the words out through clenched teeth, and I can tell the thought of her being knocked down from her current position makes her sick to her stomach. “Why not? You already bring my coffee.” I chuckle. “Who…do you think… you are?” She’s trying to stay calm. I sit back, crossing my arms over my chest. “You should know better than anyone else. I’m Raine McClaren.” I wonder if her eyelids are stuck as she hasn’t blinked in a while. She’s searching for words. She is searching for the right action to take. “I just wanted to remind you who was in charge here. It seemed like you might have forgotten. I appreciate your courage to go to Mr. Davis, but unfortunately your evidence to back up yo

"So the rumors are true, you're back," Greka said. I rolled my eyes. " I am not 'back', I am Rain." "Ha-ha, hilarious," She pretended to laugh and then she glared at me. "But for real though, I missed you!" She pouts and I can't help but smile at her. If there's Harley quin and Cat woman, well there's also Rain and Greka. Greka is the Cat woman and I'm what they call 'Harley'. I am known for many names, but they know 'Rain' more.

She had a strange expression on her face as she continued glaring at him. Suddenly,the expression vanished away from her face. She raised her hand forcefully to the sky and a loud sound of thunder rumbled deep in the sky and it began raining heavily. "No!" Craig cried out, hating the heavy drops that hit his body. He fell on his knees and stared up at Ciara trembling. Ciara smiled at him, loving the way he looked at her. What she had always wanted. She knew one of his weak point.....The rain. "You will suffer for this..." Craig's voice trembled as flood began to gather.

CIARA Maggie's eyes narrowed as she took in our dishevelled state-mud-caked shoes, rain-soaked clothes, and the undeniable scent of sex clinging to us like a second skin. I instinctively stepped back, crossing my arms over my chest as if that could hide the evidence of our encounter. "Well, isn't this cosy?" Maggie's voice dripped with venom as she smoothed her designer dress, looking utterly out of place in the chaos we'd created. "Matthew darling, you've been playing in the rain without me. Trust you had fun? Hello Ciara"

The sky had opened up, pouring rain over her as she ran through the night. She reached the Luscious Residence by eleven, drenched and exhausted. The grand estate was locked, but the sound of laughter and celebration carried through the walls. Desperate, she pounded on the door. “Open up! I need the money—my mother’s life depends on it! Please, open the door!” No response came. Ciara’s head swam as she swayed on her feet, the rain draining her strength. She kept banging on the door, her voice growing weaker. “Please, I did what you asked—I need the money!”

My lack of response displeased him, so he growled, "I can't believe she's absent. This is an important event. She has to be here even if she's upset. Otherwise, my reputation will be tanked! I shouldn't have spoiled her so much." William's phone buzzed. Pierton's police station was calling. A frown creased his forehead, but he took the call. "Mr. Larson? Your wife's application has been approved." William heaved a sigh of relief and looked at Bianca and Jason. "See? The permit's approved. She can't complain anymore." The staff member interrupted, "Mr. Larson, your wife did not apply for a work permit." William tightened his grip on his phone. When he found out what I had really applied for,

The sky had turned heavy and gray as Mirena stepped out of the station. A moment later, the clouds broke, and rain poured down, drenching her completely. Each drop felt like ice against her skin—tiny, sharp reminders of the betrayal she had just faced. She ignored the chill, forcing herself toward the taxi stand, when her phone buzzed in her pocket. She pulled it out, wiping raindrops from the screen with a trembling hand. One glance at the sender soured her mood further—Iris, George's younger sister, the other haunting troublemaker in her marriage.

Victoria called from the front door before disappearing with her mate, Micah, and his date. I looked over at Raina who started twirling around in the rain, the happiest smile I’d ever seen on her face. She took the hair tie out of her hair, which was now fanning out around her. She looked like she belonged in the rain - like she was made for it. I didn’t know how that was possible but seeing her wet and unleashed, I’d never seen her look more beautiful. Nor had I ever seen her so happy. “Love,” I started. “You’re going to get sick.”

It was gradually drizzling, the rain was seen spreading its faint wings falling on the roofs in silence, everyone gradually retired to their houses taking shelter under the warmth of their roof but that wasn’t the same for Carmella who had insisted that she had promised the king that she would pay him a visit later in the day and wouldn’t want to disappoint him else he might never trust her again, her eyes got glued to that of her mother who sat quietly in front of the window watching the cloud get darker with each second that swept by while Carmella hurriedly brushed through her hair, for reasons Zara couldn’t explain she wasn’t comfortable with Carmella’s visit to the palace and had insist

Camila's P.O.V The rain was beating down on the car roof and I watched the water trickle down the window glass, as the car drove slowly into the yard. I had been out all day with Mira and Josh, trying to finish some work that we had yet to complete. I was happy we got that out of the way now, we had more work to do but at least we got a few out of the way.