Romance In The Rain Novels & Stories

When she made no move, he advanced, grabbed her hand, and dragged her to the safer side. She opened her arms and looked up. The raindrops felt like needles darting downward. Closing her eyes, she felt them on her face. Without realizing it, she took a spin, a smile forming on her lips. She thought about Dante. They never danced in the rain together. She pictured him dancing with her. His midnight hair cascaded down, just shy of her steely gray eyes. Her heart experienced wild fluttering as she imagined them sharing kisses under the rain. Her longing intensified. If only he was here.

Then he reached up, brushed a hand through my wet curls, and said quietly, “Yeah. Guess I am.” I swear the rain slowed down just to let me kiss him. And I did. Right there, in the middle of a soaking flea market, like something out of a book I’d never admit to reading. When we pulled back, I was still dizzy, and not just from the spinning. Rain was still falling around us, the kind of soft drizzle that stuck to your eyelashes and made everything feel a little dreamlike. Cameron looked like some wet, annoyed, gorgeous rom-com lead, and I was very much okay with that.

His gaze snaps back to Rain, who for some reason is stammering, no sign of her usual fire. “I…I… Colt, I can explain…” she stutters. I hide my surprise well. What did Colt do to make her like this? I crave the ability to make her this flustered and speechless myself, but not with fear or hate, with desire. “You are just like everyone else. Just like Lila. Just like him!” Colt points toward me then goes on a full meltdown like a fucking child, calling Rain names no man should ever call a lady. Slut, whore, tramp, disloyal and my beautiful mushroom just stands there, her hands fluttering uselessly, trying to explain.

Her romance kept making her the stupid victim. "No. I hate the rain." Marcel answered briefly because for Marcel there is nothing special about the rain. Do you think the rain will make you look romantic when you are with your partner? Of course that doesn't apply to Marcel because the rain only makes him remember all his wounds and memories that he has buried and closed tightly to. "Same. I also hate the rain because it only brings its wounds." Rachel's answer was almost similar to Marcel's. Finally, Marcel's car stopped in front of a hotel that the woman had mentioned. Rachel quickly got out of the car with a slight bow Rachel said thank you and goodbye.

As she answered, a broad smile touched my lips. "I love you," I confessed before attacking towards her neck and sucking all the droplets wildly like I'm thirsty from ages. She's moaning, running her fingers through my hair. I'm standing between her legs, pressing my body against her. She moaned louder as I gave her a love bite on the crook of her neck. I placed a few soft and tender kisses there, murmuring, "I love you." I'll never get enough of her. She's like a drug to me. My plan was only to dance with her in rain to change, but it led us to here. She grasped my hair and pulled my face up to her. "I love you more," she murmured before kissing my lips passionately. I will never forget our

Storms POV I couldn’t believe it our mate! We met our mate! Rain was so happy she was prancing around in my head. He was tall, tan and very handsome his eyes were deep green with amber flakes in them, like fire flakes, his hair looked thick and wavy. I wanted to run my hands through it. ‘Later…Storm…later when we ride him off into the sunset and he marks us tonight.’ Rain said in my head. ‘Rain! You dirty wolf!’ I gasped but didn’t mind the idea myself.

It was the eighth year of my marriage. As I was driving my daughter to school, I took a call on speaker. "Is this Mr. Andrew Benedict? Your wife, Ms. Clara Miller, left her diamond ring in our executive suite." My hands froze on the wheel. Andrew was my husband. Clara was my best friend. I rushed to my brother's office, desperate to prove it was a mistake. He didn't even look up from his desk. He wasn't surprised at all. "Summer, drop it," my brother, Aaron Walter, said calmly. "They have a child together now. Just pretend you don't know. "He lied to you to spare your feelings," he added. "We all kept quiet for your own good." I felt my blood cold as it ran through my veins. "He's r

I smiled before pecking his lips. Like this we finished the hot chocolate, enjoying the rain and kissing each other. The rain is making the atmosphere romantic and igniting our carnal desires. We're gazing at each other with wild desires in our eyes. Our proximity is accelerating my heartbeat. He snaked his arm around my body and slowly leaned me out of the window. The raindrops fell over me, he came over my face, gazed at me deeply. He grabbed my hair with his one hand, slowly came close to my lips, raindrops are making us wet and increasing our desires more. As our wet lips touched, I closed my eyes to feel the heavenly touch of his sensuous lips, I'm feeling so alive. He kissed me softly

“It’s raining so heavily, and you’ve purposely come to see me.” Maisie chuckled and gently pulled his tie. “Haven’t you heard that famous saying?” Nolan’s lips approached her. “And what saying is that?” She wrapped her arms around his neck. “Humans tend to miss someone more when it rains.” His smile intensified as he turned over, picked her up, and placed her on his thighs. “Did you just come back from Pearl’s?” She pouted. “Yes, and they forced a free romance play onto me while I was there.”

Her vision was blurred by the rain. The strong wind blew the rain onto her, causing her now damp clothes to stick on her cold skin. Once in a while, cars sped by and splashed water from the road onto her. She remained rooted to the ground, emotionless as if unperturbed by what was happening around her. She was already drenched anyway. Besides, it was a small bus stop with no roof. There was no way to stay dry anyway, so did it matter if she got wet? Perhaps the buses stopped running because of the downpour. Finally, she hailed a taxi whose driver was in a rush to go home. The driver moaned about the terrible weather all the way back to the Garcias’ residence.