The Rain Netflix Novels & Stories

“So direct. I like that. Rain’s always been so… emotional. But you and I, I bet we’ll understand each other. We’re men of action you know. We get shit done.” I remember how my skin crawled when she shook my hand. “Put Rain on the phone.” “She’s in the shower. Crying, probably. You really rattled her today, showing up like some knight in shining armor and her flipping out. Very dramatic.” My jaw clenches. “Is she okay?” “Oh, please. She’s fine. I’m calling to set up a meeting with you. I’d like to know the man my daughter’s so tangled up with. The one who makes her slam doors in his face and then cry in the shower.”

Mr Arnold said to himself in disbelief with a shocked expression like that of a zombie. Meanwhile, in the hospital, Zain was in Rain's room. Waiting for her to wake up. He paced back and forth while he intently looked at her face. Indeed she was an irresistible beauty but all that meant nothing to Zain. He wanted children and settling for a woman like Rain was a non starter. Of course Zain wouldn't make such a mistake. After what seemed like a long time, Rain's eyelashes batted a few times before she finally opened her eyes. Just like the first time, Zain was a little carried away by her eyes.

she says turning on the shower so that the chilly water will calm us both down. But, Rain doesn't mind the chilly water, because she concentrates on my intimacy, only to bring her closer to hers with that look loaded with so much desire that I try not to fall more than I have already fallen into her charms. So, I recoil feeling like an animal cornered by its predator and that's exactly what happens, because although I am also part animal, Rain's savagery places her as a predator and I as her prey. “Do you think the chilly water is going to stop me? Lake, I´m in heat.” says Rain.

"Yes. How do you know the rest?" Rain didn't answer. Instead, his eyes turned into daggers as he looked at River. River was standing there, and suddenly, his tense face started to crack. A small, amused smile pulled at the corners of his mouth. Rain looked around the room, spotted a heavy decorative pillow on the chair, and hurled it at River’s head with all his strength. River ducked and started laughing loudly. "You son of a bitch!" Rain yelled. "That’s your alternative line! You stayed out there and filmed us?"

Rain stood with the recording device in both hands and listened to her mother's voice fill the room she had died trying to expose and felt something move through her that was grief and fury and something else entirely — something enormous and bright and almost unbearable. Her mother's voice. Steady and clear and completely unafraid. "—the network operates across fourteen cities. It's not about money. It's about control. Control of pack territories, of alpha bloodlines, of the wolf world's infrastructure. Harlan has been positioning himself for decades to be the only power left standing. He's patient. He's brilliant. And he will not stop unless someone stops him." A pause in the recording. Th

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.'" Her lips parted, but she kept her gaze fixed on me, her eyes slightly narrowing. "How . . . how do you . . . know that?" Instead of answering her question directly, I continued. "Just as rain brings a fresh

Rain was so scared and happy at the same time. Rain asked Leo to take her to the Stanton mansion. She smiled at Aunt Moira and said, “Good day, Aunt Moira. Please prepare a light lunch for me. I don’t have an appetite.” Then Rain walked towards the lift and pressed the second floor button. She entered her bedroom and sat on the sofa. She took her phone and dialed her brother’s phone number. When the call was connected, she said, “Hello, Big Brother. You are going to be an uncle.” Rain forwarded the ultrasound photo to her brother.

The third one just stands there looking confused. They’re heading straight for the vegetable patches in the kitchen garden. This is a disaster “Oh for fuck’s sake. Get back here, you fluffy bastard!” River mutters, already running after the two escapees. Rain claps his hands once, stepping forward like he’s suddenly qualified for this. “Okay. Okay, I’ve got this.” “You don’t got anything,” Sienna says immediately, already pulling out her phone. “I’ve seen videos,” Rain insists, spreading his arms wide like that’s somehow helpful. “You just—guide them—”

"Of course, what is it?" "I don't want to go back to the De La Morts," Rain confessed. "I like it here. And I like Leo." A small spark of joy fluttered to life within River like Mayflowers. Perhaps a new life– a normal life, wasn't entirely out of reach after all. "I know.” She beamed. Rain sniffled but didn't protest. As River pulled the blankets over Rain, a new worry gnawed at her. How much damage had Lord Draven done to her daughter's mind? Had his knotty affection somehow warped Rain's perception of reality?

Narrator's POV At this point, Raina knew that her life was at stake. She's not ready to be taken to Levi, else he'd force her to marry him to repay her father's debt. The question is, for how long would she remain under the same roof with that animal? Would he treat her right or subject her to the position of a slave? He's obviously going to treat her like a slave, and she can't allow that to happen. "I'd rather die than allow myself to be taken to that man!" She told herself, and at that moment, struggled to break free from the man holding her.