The Rain Woman Novels & Stories

The girl immediately stood up straight in a wary position. A white-haired woman in her mid-50s was wearing a handmade knit sweater that was a little dull. She just stood there carrying a shopping basket. The woman gaped at the sight of a large gaping hole in the wall of Rain's old childhood home. She ran over and examined the gaping hole. "What have you guys done?" cried the woman. "Master Orwell will be furious if he sees this!" Jace failed to enter and approached Rain. "Do you know her?" Rain looked doubtful. She clearly didn't remember who this woman was, but her voice sounded familiar to Rain's ears.

They scented the air. Each woman was carrying a tray covered with plates. My stomach growled hungrily, and the smaller woman laughed. "He's not feeding you enough! Good day, Madam Luna, I'm Rain," the latest woman who had arrived said. She added quickly, "I am sure he fed you very well, just not the food." "Rain!" Savannah gave her a reprimanding look. " I talk a lot, it gets me in trouble sometimes, but I was human before Damon changed me. I guess that's why I'm here," Rain giggled a little at her last statement.

“Good night, Mr. Black.” She stepped off the curb as the rain thinned to a mist, the streetlights breaking it into drifting sparks. I let her go, watching until she disappeared into the blur of the city. Not just a businesswoman. Not just a stranger. Something else entirely. I stayed under the awning long after she was gone, listening to the drip of rain from its edge onto my shoes. My mind was already picking apart every detail, every slip in her perfect mask. I’ve met enough liars to know the difference—the ones who lie for gain and the ones who lie because the truth would ruin them.

Rain always caught him watching her during training, but she assumed that he watched her because he admired her strength. Rain stared at him in confusion and that’s when she saw a flash of light and was suddenly standing in a wooden cabin in the woods that she had never seen before. She could see the trees outside and the walls were made of solid oak logs. She saw Beta James, who appeared to be much younger. He held an infant, smiling down at the small child. Standing in front of him was a beautiful blonde woman with golden hair and beautiful emerald eyes. This woman was absolutely beautiful, and Rain could see that she strongly resembled the woman in appearance.

His gaze snaps back to Rain, who for some reason is stammering, no sign of her usual fire. “I…I… Colt, I can explain…” she stutters. I hide my surprise well. What did Colt do to make her like this? I crave the ability to make her this flustered and speechless myself, but not with fear or hate, with desire. “You are just like everyone else. Just like Lila. Just like him!” Colt points toward me then goes on a full meltdown like a fucking child, calling Rain names no man should ever call a lady. Slut, whore, tramp, disloyal and my beautiful mushroom just stands there, her hands fluttering uselessly, trying to explain.

POV: Lyra The silence in Xavier’s office was so heavy that I could hear the rain tapping against the reinforced glass, but I didn't let my eyes wander back to the photograph on his desk, even though the sight of that little girl had sent a jolt of electricity through my spine. Xavier watched me with a look that suggested he was trying to figure out if I was a desperate woman or a brilliant spy, and he finally sat down in his chair, gesturing for me to do the same, though I remained standing.

My name was Mandy Smith, and I was a hotel receptionist. At the same time, I was a lonely wife. My husband had not touched me in a long time. I had strong desires, and a long period of abstinence had left me squirming with discomfort. I looked at myself in the mirror. Men usually loved my full chest and beautiful bottom. However, whenever I wanted to seduce my husband with all my tricks, he would only glance at me coldly before turning around and sleeping.

Eight years ago, my daughter, Joey Porter, was stuck in the desert of death. Her GPS had blinked out, and she ran out of supplies. She kept calling for me for over a dozen hours over the walkie-talkie. The only rescue team was an hour's flight away from her, only to get intercepted halfway there. Later on, I found out that my wife, Ruby Shaw, spent 800 thousand dollars bribing the dispatch center, rerouting the rescue team's flight route just so they could save Ruby's younger brother, Howard Shaw, instead. Howard had had too much to drink at that time, causing him to lose his way outside the resort that was located at the edge of the desert. When he was found, it turned out that he was a

"What is your name?" The woman asked Serena with a hint of curiosity in her tone. She seemed new here, let alone she looked different than the other females who were busy inside partying and drinking. Hence it seemed more as if she didn't belong here, this created a hint of amusement for the woman who stared at the peaceful sky without any word. "Serena Hudson, what is yours?" Questioning back in delight, Serena was polite enough first to look at the woman who sighed a heavy breath while turning and leaning backwards towards the railing.

° Sabrina Hayden ° When I woke up today my clothes were destroyed with the awful smell of drinks and sweat and on the floor with bottles of drinks were laying, I don't remember what happened last night but I don't have to know what happened. It's exactly what happens whenever I came to The Reef Club. I work here as pole dance and sometimes I work serving drinks to the customers. Sometimes I had to serve drinks to the old men, ignoring their lustful touches, and sometimes I had to dance for them to earn money.