The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

A heavy rain just started to fall , and to be fair it was the strongest rain ever witness in the kingdome , the rain was as a glowing icy blue fall , yet doesn't give cold chills but rather warmth to the bones , that night the king wandered in the castle unheeding to no where in confusion not talking to anyone, not even Asian herself , like he was bewitched by something ,he wandered and wandered until he found himself in front of my mom's room, he shakely grabbed the dusty curtained door , he entered by pushing it by both of his hands , just to find her in that miserable state where he let a tearful sigh escape his eyes , i wondered if he can feel her pain , or was it a crocodile tear, she

"It's not knitting, is it?" "No," Nine said with a small shake of her head, turning to look at it. "It's just... When my baby girl comes, she'd have so many things... Because she's born here, so I'd like to give her something. Amidst all of it," Then she turned to Ora and smiled, "That I made myself. As a gift." Ora smiled back at her. "That truly is wonderful," "Did you say a girl?" Both of them turned to the door as the Queen entered. Nine couldn't remember the last time she had seen her, considering she had stayed away from people ever since Lucas' disappearance, though one couldn't tell by looking at her.

Owen quickly shrugged out of his jacket and wrapped it around my shoulders, the satin inside still warm from his body. I reached up, wrapping my hand around the back of his neck and pulling him down for a kiss. Our lips met, the taste of the rain on his lips. I parted my lips and slipped my tongue inside of his mouth, which was so warm and inviting. His hand tangled itself in my wet hair and pulling me closer to him. Our bodies pressed together, the heat of his chest defying the cold of the rain. We stood there, kissing in the rain as if it was the most natural thing in the world. Raindrops pounded against the pavement, splattering against windows and shaking the baby leaves on the trees. I

The man hung his head low, his fingers buried deep in his hair, carefully considering where I might have gone. As his eyes wandered, they suddenly fell upon the trash can nearby. Those pink fragments looked so familiar that the moment he saw them, he felt like he couldn't breathe. He slowly crouched down, not caring that the cream stains would dirty his sleeves. He picked up the pieces from the trash can bit by bit. Then, he carefully assembled them back together. There were exactly 99 reconciliation vouchers. He remembered five years ago, when he had looked at those vouchers and sincerely promised me, "Cecilia, don't worry. I'll never give you a reason to use them."

He smiled at the memory. "She once told me rain reminds people that the sky doesn't hold on to everything forever." "It eventually lets go." Amara felt another piece of her mother's heart become her own. The rain continued to fall. A little girl broke away from the crowd and walked towards Amara. She couldn't have been more than nine years old. In her hands was a folded paper boat. She held it out shyly. "My grandma said to give you this." Amara accepted it carefully. "What's your name?"

I came back from picking up takeout to find the fingerprint lock on our front door wouldn't recognize me. The passcode had been changed too. I was about to call my boyfriend Lawrence when I remembered he'd just broken up with me. I looked down at myself, wearing nothing but loungewear and slippers, a coffee stain splashed across my shirt. After a moment's thought, I caved again and sent Lawrence an apology. But the red exclamation mark beside it told me he'd already blocked me. This was the ninth time he'd broken up with me, and the ninth time he'd blocked me. I wanted to knock, but my hand rose only to hang in the air for a few seconds before dropping limply to my side. That closed door mig

My wife Naomi Holden's phone was always on silent mode. Whenever I needed to reach her, the call never went through. My only option was to ask everyone around us, but when every single person gave a different answer, I already knew the truth. She was with him again, the frail man she had never been able to let go of. On our seventh anniversary, we had plans to meet at our usual spot for dinner. Three hours passed, and she still had not shown up. I stood on the street, burning with fever, dialing one number after another. My father picked up, his voice warm and unhurried. "Naomi just came by for dinner. Don't worry, I've got my eye on her for you." A friend working at her company lau

The host said as when Rain stood up they clapped their hands so do I as he then glance at me before he went up to the stage and hold the microphone. "Good day everyone,for the 10th floor's representative manga work of ours.We're honored to show it to all of you the manga artwork named 'Yours Forever' it's a boy's love illustration and artwork it started with the man whom is an actor and the other man which is also the leading man,the partner of the other one whom is an artist.."Rain started to explain and the other details and short summary of the manga work of ours. *LAUGHING* Out of the blue the 11th floor table,their director suddenly laugh so loud that makes Rain to cut off from his word

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.

Elders whispered, family members stared, and the room seemed to tilt around me. She really meant to leave me. "Impossible..." My phone slipped from my hand and struck the marble floor. The crack of the screen was sharp and final. "She loves me. She has always loved me. How could she..." Images flashed through my mind. Her cold voice when she told me to go to Angelina. Her body curled in bed from the pain. The way she looked at me in the park as I walked away. I thought she would always wait. She had waited nine times.