The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

"Ah, shit," Cayson muttered as the rain began to pour. He had just reached the gates of the mansion when the heavy downpour started. The weather had already been terrible while he was still in Palawan, but he assumed the storm was isolated there. He didn’t expect it to stretch all the way to Manila.

'Of what benefit is your love to me? ‘Get out!’ tears cloud my eyes, threatening to fall. Through the blur, I could see Kira crawling up on her hands and knees from the force I applied in pushing her out of my room. I closed the door behind her and slid to the ground as tears gushed out of my eyes.

She scrutinized me, her lower lip slightly quivering, thinking I couldn't answer that. I leaned in closer until my breath brushed against her skin, and her intoxicating scent filled my nostrils, enveloping me. My voice took on a rough, seductive edge as I murmured, "Because when it rains, you find beauty in sadness. Some people feel melancholy when it rains. But not you. For you, rain brings joy and a sense of being alive. The sound of rain comforts and calms you. It reminds you that a little rain is necessary for flowers to bloom. When life gets tough, you always think of rain. It's your reminder that 'this too shall pass.' You live by the motto 'you don’t get rainbows without a little rain

Peeking through the door, he realises that the young maid is at work, she is focused on cleaning the room. A smirk covers his face and when climbing up the stairs he already made sure that the other workers are asleep - this might be a golden chance for him to secure his plan. As the thunder reverberates through the atmosphere, a deep and powerful rumble that echoes for miles. It shakes the foundations of buildings, sending a shiver down the spines of those who witness its might. The sound is both awe-inspiring and humbling, a reminder of nature's raw power. This rainstorm and thundering describes the inner emotions building inside Jay Nashville’s entire body and soul.

Rain began to fall over Positano—not a gentle Mediterranean shower, but a torrent, a deluge, the heavens emptying themselves as if in mimicry of my body's rebellion. I opened the window. I let the rain in. It fell on the workbench, on the velvet, on the dust of the shattered vessel, turning the porcelain ash into a paste, into a mortar, into the mud from which I would build whatever came next. I placed my hand on my abdomen, still flat, still secretive. You will not have him, I whispered to the ghost in the photograph. And he will not have you. I will see to it that you both inherit nothing but the rain.

Time. Cold rain lashes my face like a thousand needles as I step onto the balcony. The wind whips my hair, carrying the scent of damp earth and fresh rain. Raindrops splatter on the marble floor, bursting into miniature explosions. A bitter realization washes over me: I gave up Rena for this pack, and now, I'm giving it up for her. A sad smile plays on my lips. Karma, maybe? Blurry green trees vanish into the thick rain curtain. My resolve hardens. Theon won't sit still – he'll come at us head-on. This time, it's war.

Lia said, laughing. Rain slowly stood, hands dramatically braced on his lower back. “Alright, fine. I will now nobly fulfill my destiny and do the dishes.” “You don’t have to narrate it like you’re going to war,” I said, stacking some plates. Rain took one from me with exaggerated solemnity. “Every great hero needs a soundtrack.” Matt raised an eyebrow. “Please don’t sing again.” Rain placed a hand over his heart. “You wound me. My voice is a gift.”

As an exploration geologist, I'm caught in a landslide during a mission, and one of my arms is crushed. Before we set out, our exploration team has accurately predicted the weather. There's no chance of heavy rain that day. It isn't until I overhear my wife, Diana Nelson, talking to a doctor friend that I learn the truth. "Diana, you knew Adam was going out on a mission that day, yet you spent a fortune on creating cloud seeding just to get him injured and eventually cost him an arm. You really went too far for Flynn." Diana frowns. "Who told him to care so much about that exploration project? The only way the project can go to Flynn is if Adam gets disabled. "Otherwise, Flynn will be s

I smiled and thanked Emperor Kshuryaron, before I turned towards the two Alphas who were watching me with almost matching unreadable expressions. I paused and looked back at the king. "There is one more thing I need to do before I go." "What is it, you have the pearl?" The Emperor’s reply came, but I didn’t look at him, instead, I took a deep breath and closed my eyes… A few moments later, the night skies were thick with clouds, as a heavy shower of rain poured down upon the dying lands of Naran… I could feel it, the life that stirred from within the parched earth as I did my best to spread the rain as far as I could…

Lavi pushes Anna aside, shielding her but both of them are staring wide eyed at Nine. Her short dark hair has turned white and her eyes are glowing in a violet shade. Raising her hands, she shoots another purple blast at the men, separating them from Anna and Lavi. But Nine is on the other side of the barrier, trapping herself with Damien and his men. “Go!” She exclaims. “Just go!” “Nine-” Anna yells but Lavi pulls her away. “We have to save her!” Anna demands. “She will be fine!” Lavi assures her. “She knows what to do.”