Silent Rain Novels & Stories

Born under the full moon in the middle of a rain storm, the Goddess of the Moon bestowed her greatest blessing onto Raina. The Royal Princess of the wolves would grow to become The Queen of Storms. The Luna of Rain. After the betrayal that killed her parents, Raina is forced into hiding. For years, she pretends to be a wolf less omega while training her powers in secret until the time comes for her to take back her throne. Rouge attacks, betrayals, surprise visions, and an unsuspecting mate throw Raina through a loop but her goal always remains the same: avenge her parents and save the werewolf race from the man determined to take her down.

Nina Whyte finds herself trapped in a marriage that is going very differently from how she imagined. Being married to the gentle, handsome and wealthy Cody Whyte, she expects their marriage to be like a fairytale but reality dawns on her when she finds herself cuffed with a serial cheat. This leads her to make drastic decisions that lands her in a middle of a crime scene being targeted as the main suspect. It is in the toughest moments in her life that she learns that, sometimes letting go makes room for something new and that sometimes love finds you at your lowest and lifts you up to places you can’t imagine.

"W-wait! Someone's comi- ah!" Dylan's gasps were muffled with a kiss that made his legs go weak. "Want me to stop?" The whisper made him shudder. "...no, b-but there's-" "Then be a good boy and focus on me. Spread your legs.” Dylan as an innocent college student knew what he wanted in a guy and coincidentally, the Waltson’s, their new neighbor, had a son Theo who was a perfect fit. But sadly straight and also not single. Aiming to drink out his sorrows at the school party and move on was an act he did not see ending with him sleeping with someone, but having no idea who it was the next morning. Soon, his hunt for the truth gets narrowed down to the Waltson's, and he gets faced with the late realization that Theo wasn’t the only son of the Waltson's. With his elder brother, Lucas, and a mute twin, Kyle, his options of his drunk one night widens from one to three. Lucas and Theo had been present at the party, and Dylan saw his only chance of knowing the truth was getting closer to them. But to do that, he needed the help of Kyle who was anything but nice to him. His constant glares, his mischievous smiles, and his hand signs that get interpreted into nothing but lies. Almost like he was trying his best to keep him away from his brothers. And just when he thought that, he takes up the initiative to search up a sign Kyle had shown to him.  ^^You and him are never going to work out. I'll make sure of that.^^ In the game of finding out what Kyle meant by that, he stumbles across something even bigger. The Waltson's secret

Nissa Sullivan was born mute, yet by chance managed to marry rich, becoming Mrs. Jules, wife of Benjamin Jules. However, she knew full well that Benjamin held no love for her. Naturally, Benjamin got together with his first love, Charlotte Quinn, when she returned to the country. Nissa, knowing full well that it was time she left, chose to hide her pregnancy result and make room for Charlotte.

Imagine being a victim of a twisted obsession. Ellie Cruz's normal life had spiraled into a never-ending nightmare as a stalker has found her as a tasty victim. Fearing for her safety she seeks help from her family and friends. However, as people began to disappear, Ellie takes matters to her own hands. No matter what she does, the stalker is always a step of ahead. Tensions rise and the line between reality and paranoia blurs as Ellie races against the clock to uncover the truth of this murderous tormentor.

Arche Harrison, the man doesn't care about the world he lives in. He is always in trouble until he meets Haru, and he falls in love with her, and he learns how life is important. Haru Sandoval was a girl who had a dark past until she met Arche, and she learned how to smile. What if Haru finds out that she has a serious disease. What will she do? She will try to hide it from the person she loves to not get hurt, or she will just let her loved ones know it?

My sister had struggled with depression since childhood. The doctor warned that she could not tolerate any kind of stimulation. As a result, my entire life fell silent. To avoid upsetting her, I never dared to laugh at home. I never dared to cry. When I got hurt, I did not even have the right to say it hurt. My parents would hug me with apologetic expressions and say, "You're the good one. Your sister's illness requires the whole family to work together. You're healthy. You're strong. Let her have more, okay?" One day, I accidentally knocked over a cup. The crash sounded enormous in the quiet room, and my sister's emotions shattered at once. My father struck me for the first time. He roared, "Can't you be careful? Do you have to push her until she dies before you're satisfied?" He shoved me to the floor. The back of my head slammed against the corner of the table, and blood poured out. But my whole family rushed to my screaming sister. No one even glanced at me. I lay on the cold floor as my vision blurred and my consciousness began to fade. To them, my sister's feelings were the only emergency. My small injury could wait. They did not know that bleeding inside the skull does not wait.

This is a poignant and sensory rich coming of age story set in the vibrant, bustling heart of Lagos. It follows Tobi, a young boy trapped behind a barrier of selective muteness, whose internal world is a vivid "library of stories" that he cannot vocalize. ​The narrative explores the transformative power of art and the deep, ancestral bond between Tobi and his Grandpa. When Grandpa gifts him a set of professional art supplies and the secret name Soji ("The One Who Wakes the World"), Tobi finds a new medium for his voice. By transforming a weathered neighborhood shed into a massive, multi textured mural blending brilliant acrylics with the rich fabrics of his heritage. Tobi finally bridges the gap between his silent exterior and his thunderous spirit. Ultimately, the story is a celebration of finding one's "truth," proving that silence isn't a prison when you have the courage to let your colors shout.

A young doctor who has had to work hard at overcoming her unusual upbringing from leaving a religious organization when she was thirteen and then adjusting to the outside world. She is transferred to a new place but it was close to her orginal home. She went exploring and everything in her life changes. She is lured to a building by someone asking for help. When she enters the building the world falls apart around her. Then in the blink of an eye when she meets someone else who comes from the same group that she lived with, but never lived among them. He wants to learn about it to understand his parents. While they figure out all that is around them they find love as well. The two find something that they were missing in the other as they build on a friendship they didn't know they needed.

I knock on the door, heart pounding like it always does when I’m about to see him. “Come in,” Justin’s voice calls—cool, smooth, and frustratingly calm. I take a deep breath and walk in, holding the folder tightly. “Here’s the report you requested, sir.” He doesn’t even glance at me. Just keeps typing, his expression unreadable. “You’re late,” he says without missing a beat. I clench my jaw. “There was a delay at the printer—” “No excuses, Joanna. Just do better next time.” Ouch. Professional and cold. As always. I nod, ignoring the sting in my chest. “Yes, sir.” I turn to leave, gripping the doorknob—just one more second and I’ll be out of this weird tension-filled office— “Wait.” I freeze. I turn around slowly. “Yes?” Justin stands now, walking toward me. In his hand, a familiar brown paper bag. He holds it out. “You didn’t have lunch.” I blink. “I’m fine.” “You skipped breakfast too. Eat.” I hesitate. “What is it?” “Chicken pesto. No onions.” My breath catches. He still remembers? “Why are you doing this?” I ask quietly. He shrugs, not meeting my eyes. “I just… remember things.” My fingers brush his as I take the bag. Warmth. Stupid warmth that shouldn’t still feel this familiar. Then, he looks at me—really looks at me. “You shouldn’t skip meals… wife.” Silence. My chest tightens. “Don’t call me that.” But my voice is too soft to sound convincing. I walk out before I say something I’ll regret. His words echo in my mind like a dangerous lullaby. Cold one second. Kilig the next. God… he’s still him. And that’s exactly the problem.