The Ninth Rain Novels & Stories

I am no rose as for a long period of time I was not protected by thorns -Rain Rain POV I couldn't sleep. How much I tried I just couldn't. I look at the clock on the nightstand to see it was 12:30 a.m. I got up from the bed and made my way out of the room. I didn't turn on the lights, not wanting to wake anyone of them. Thus I stumbled inside a bookshelf. "Ouch!" I looked down at my poor toe. It hurt so much. What a great way to start your birthday with.

She said while she started to laugh, “It doesn’t really hurt. At least not yet. I think that we should probably take a walk later,” “If the weather holds out,” He said as he opened the door and saw that the rain started to fall. “It doesn’t look like will be able to take walk today it just raining,” “And so the rain fell,” Kit said as she walked up and stood next to him the door open looking out onto the street. There was nothing better than the rain, she thought. It reminded her of her father, and somehow every time something big happened in her life much like today the rain fell.

Please don't beat me at the end of the chapter. 😁 [ Nicholas ] "Oh no, it has to start now." I groan looking out through the windows as the rainfall took more fierce shape. It's raining like cats and dogs accompanied by loud thunderstorms. "Nick, let's stay here for tonight." I hear Rain's faint voice. "No, Rain, I have to prepare for tomorrow's meeting and the files are in my study room." I tell her and it's true.

Chapter Twelve The rain had been relentless all Friday. Sheets of water fell from the sky, drumming against windows and rooftops, as if the heavens themselves were mourning or warning. Nora sat in the art studio, trying desperately to focus on her presentation, but her brush hovered uselessly over the canvas. The colours and lines felt meaningless. Every stroke of paint blurred, smudged by the storm of emotions inside her.

Kiara The rain had come the night before, after Ryden had left me, not the gentle, whispering kind, but the relentless, pounding sort that drowned out all other sounds. It hammered against the slate rooftops of the palace, cascaded down its pale limestone walls in shimmering sheets, and pooled in the ornamental gardens below, turning the crushed quartz pathways into glistening silver veins. By dawn, the skies had emptied themselves, leaving behind a world washed clean, the air crisp with the scent of rain-soaked lavender and wet stone.

They all struggled to keep the food in the tray from spilling or falling apart as Rain ran towards the east tower. "Why does this room feel so alive even though no one is here? Is this just my feeling? But… I've never felt this happy!" Rain muttered with a smile. Rain had arrived at the fifth door. She took a deep breath to calm herself down. She opened the door and was shocked. The cold wind blew her body. "This is a connecting bridge? I can see the scenery outside from this bridge?"

The Rain is Pouring "Stop grinning like an idiot!" Maeve hissed irritatedly before she glanced back at the open door of her apartment. "The rain is pouring. You told me I'm sick." September shamelessly pointed out. He's obviously happy with how fate works on his favor. "You have your car. It's not like you'll be on foot on the way home." She retorted as she crossed her arms. "But I'm sick!" September whined like a child that made Maeve chuckled.

"Seth, I just realized something. You're so naive, aren't you? "Did you really think I brought you water from the top of a mountain? Look at me! I'm too small to climb a mountain." "Then what was that water you gave me?" "Oh, that? When I visited the Sarikash Highlands, I filled a bottle with tap water. Oh, wait! I actually dumped that out and replaced it with dirty river water later." Seth glared at me, not wanting to believe a word. "That can't be true." I shrugged with a smirk. "Well, if you don't believe it, there's nothing I can do."

Rain poured relentlessly, and I stared at my phone, irritated by Terence's last text. [I'm busy today. Can't be there with you. Head home and help me pick someone up at the service area.] I turned off the screen as memories of those rainy days flooded my mind. When I was ten, my mom leapt from the 18th floor, her body broken and alone in the rain. Blood and tears flowed from her eyes. My dad glanced at her, cursed under his breath, and pulled me away.

I assure him, my heart light and free when I realize it’s true. “Here.” The bear hands me a bottle of water. “You need to drink something.” I recognize the bottle as one of Santiago’s fancy imported waters. My vampire master wouldn’t waste something so fancy on me. I don’t know if I can tell the bear that. With a grunt, the bear pushes the water on me, and I don’t protest. I’m parched. The water is cool, almost sweet, and I drain the whole bottle.