The Good Rain Book Mga Nobela at Kwento

She couldn't describe it as bad luck when the mate she didn't even want turned out to be Alpha but she could only state it in a single word- disaster. "Today is beautiful with this queen. The future will be even prettier." Rain said before stealing a kiss from her sweet lips that he was addicted to it. Her presence alone was like a breath of life and he could never ever predict a day without her, in case she rejected him on that day. "Hey! Someone might see." Ketra whispered and they laughed it off. "They might have to get used to this since I will do it forever." Rain said firmly, delivering a sense of determination.

Nathalie's POV (Continuation) Rain. Four words that means so much in the world where illegal things are turned to legal. Rain, as far as I know is a reaper and a member of a mafia, I heard that she's good at pretending like someone, she's clever as a fox.

, Rain stated. I smiled at her. "You know the saying that you should not judge a book by its cover but in your case you should be judged by your cover because what you are today is the best of you. Best of what you could have ever been.", Rain stated. "One thing I have learnt in my life is that you pay for your sins in this life and I seriously don't know how I am paying for them by having you.", I said as I pecked her lips. Rain laughed as I followed the lead.

She kept her sweat on the window to let the water rinse off it as she walked around; the smell of old books mixed with the divine smell of rain made her intoxicated. A small smile made its way to her lips as she rubbed her hands together to get some heat in cold night; Rains... there was a time when she did not like rain at all but now, it is her only friend. She took a book from the English liturate section; it was a Drama book; She sat on one of the seats; minimal light was making it difficult for her to read it but she somehow managed to read it. Maya was halfway through the book when she heard something; some sounds coming from the same corner she walked in from.

It was the kind of afternoon that wrapped itself in quiet. Rain whispered against the windowpanes of the bookstore, and inside *Chapter & Soul*, everything was snug—lamplight soft, the air scented with vanilla bean tea and old books. Lena Carter loved rain. It kept razor wire off the city streets. It made everyone move slowly. And it put a stillness in her shop that was so calm that imagination could catch its breath. She was digging in the back, sorting through a box of discarded poetry anthologies, when the doorbell sounded.

Rain suddenly screamed because Chiel snatched the book from Rain's lap. "That's enough! You can't take more than your body can handle." "Return!" shouted Rain as she stood up angrily. "Give me back the book! I want to get everything. I want all my memories and memories back." Chiel asked the assistant to keep the book. Rain and Chiel stood opposite each other. Although Chiel's body was shorter and only up to Rain's chest, Chiel looked up with a pair of cold and cruel eyes.

What if Bonus Chapter 5 What If They Met at a Bookstore During a Rainstorm? Eli POV The rain came down in sheets, hammering the big windows of the independent bookstore like it wanted to drown the entire city. I’d ducked inside just as the sky opened, hair already soaked, hoodie clinging to my skin, silver nail polish chipped and glossy from the wet. My backpack was heavy with new finds—two novels I’d been hunting for weeks and a slim volume of poetry that had caught my eye. I stood near the fiction shelves, dripping quietly onto the hardwood floor, flipping through pages while the storm raged outside.

“And who exactly are you to tell me what my limits are? You don't know me. You don't know anything about my night.” The corners of the man’s lips twitched into a small, intrigued smirk. “I know that whatever drove you out into this rain without a coat must have cut deep. And I know that look in your eyes, little wolf. It’s the look of someone wanting to burn their own world down.”

It was the sound of Rain. ​Real, cold, rhythmic rain hitting a tin roof. ​Nora opened her eyes. She wasn't wearing velvet. She was wearing a worn-out, oversized sweatshirt. She wasn't in a Hamptons estate. She was in a small, cramped apartment filled with the smell of cheap coffee and old books. ​She sat at a wooden desk. On the desk was a laptop, its screen glowing in the dim light. ​[300,452 WORDS. STATUS: COMPLETE.]

The phone rang until it switched to voicemail. "Hello, this is Miss Lynch, Rainie's homeroom teacher. Rainie didn't come to school today and didn't request leave. Is she sick? Please contact the school as soon as possible." Sunlight slipped through the curtains and spread across my desk. My textbooks for today's classes sat there in neat stacks. After school, I had planned to buy the new art album released this week. Now I would never need it. My soul drifted without control and followed the direction my family had gone.