The Good Rain Book Novels & Stories

the process of getting ready with my mate. We each dressed in black jeans. Rain wore her running shoes, a pale blue tee shirt, and she pulled her long hair into a high ponytail atop her head. I wore a black tee shirt and my usual black boots. I combed my hair back out of my face and noticed that it was getting longer. It now hung down to my shoulders. Maybe if I ever get some extra down time I would ask my mate to cut it. She smiled and winked at me as I took her hand in mine and teleported back into the library. I was glad that we were first to arrive and I took my seat behind the desk. Rain walked around the desk and leaned her hip against the edge facing me. “ Since we are the first ones

I hadn’t prepared for it. The whole crowd gasps at the big reveal that Fernanda had just made. Couldn’t believe she had just revealed it. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- “There is no such thing as a good story. There is only something like a good book. A good book is where a reader finds complete solace and comfort; a way to escape harsh realities relating to his life.” A/N If you like this chapter please consider giving it a review. Thanks!!

Pillows. Everything I'd left behind, getting yeeted like trash. A whole vibe: 'Thanks for playing, don't come back.' Then came the grand finale—our wedding photo. There I was, standing all stiff next to Calvin, smiling like I didn't know better. That girl? Total stranger now. The frame hit the ground and shattered—glass everywhere. I took a breath, stepped right over the mess, and kept walking. Last night's rain had passed. So had mine. ***

The rain on the western ridge did not merely fall; it drove sideways, a relentless sheet of freezing highland water that turned the peat and heather into a thick, clinging mire. Tala stood perfectly motionless at the absolute precipice of the ridge, her feet dug firmly into the ancient earth. The storm howled around her, ripping at her clothes, but her spun-copper hair seemed to dance with a life of its own, vibrant against the dark, bruising gray of the sky. Her icy blue eyes were fixed on the valley below, tracking the glowing halogen headlights of Malakai’s heavy excavation armor as the machinery slowly ground its way toward the first sacred threshold.

By the time Kenneth Ford finally showed up, I was already soaked through. He wasn't alone. There was a girl under his umbrella, and at well over six feet tall, Kenneth had enough height to shield her almost completely from the rain. He'd tilted the umbrella so far toward her that one side of his shirt was getting drenched, but he didn't seem to care. He just smiled and let her stay tucked safely beside him. Then he saw me, and the smile on his face disappeared. "Sorry, I'm late," he muttered. The girl beside him immediately turned to me. "Hannah, it's my fault. I've gotten so used to sharing Kenneth's umbrella that I asked him to walk me home. And honestly, being tucked up against him m

When the rainy season came around again, Corinne returned to Wyndmere alone. She wore the dress Emric had always liked, and she walked the cobblestone streets they had once planned to walk together. She watched the canal boats drift under the arched bridges. She watched the couples passing by on every side. Tears slid down her face without a sound. She found a café by the water and ordered a pot of the tea Emric used to drink, then sat by the window and watched the rain fall over the canal. She spoke softly to no one in particular.

Time seemed to disappear when I was absorbed in a book. As the rain continued to fall outside, tapping steadily against the windows, its rhythm became a soothing backdrop to my reading. The library was lit by ancient chandeliers and lamps that cast a soft, comforting glow. The scent of old books blended perfectly with the fresh smell of rain, creating an atmosphere that felt both familiar and wonderfully new.

We lie on the bed. Damon's head is on my chest. My fingers are in his hair. His hair is soft. The rain is loud. "I am happy," he says. "I know." "I am not used to it." "You are getting used to it." "I am trying." "That is enough." He closes his eyes. I watch his face. The rain falls. The world turns. The room is small and warm and full of nothing and everything. --- The rain stops in the evening. The sky clears.

According to Elizabeth, it was the day to return the favor that was bestowed upon the girls on one fine day. However, instead of all of them being present, it was only Anya but whatever she did was purely unintentional. In order to not get bored the whole day alone since Elizabeth had gone to the library to look for books while Iris was out to meet her parents who were visiting the city, Anya decided to get some workout done and headed to the gym. This was a habit that both Anya and Iris had picked up after Elizabeth came into their lives and it helped them keep their mind fresh and bodies healthy.

he shakes his head. Rowan bends to pick something off the table. “Here…” he hands me a book. I frown and look at the cover. Hero Author- Lauren Rowe. “Is it good?” I ask him. “Rayna recommended it…” he tells me. I nod, with champaign and the book the flight didn’t seem that long. I was bawling my eyes out on the first chapter already. Goodness Colby is the best guy out there. When I’m on the sixtieth chapter Rowan tells me we’ve landed.