The Rain Woman Novels & Stories

Their games of dominance spiral into something raw, unexplainable and uncontainable, Kadeer and Ivara are forced to confront the storm they’ve created. Kadeer’s P.O.V. The rain poured in heavy sheets, drumming against the windows of my apartment. The sound was soothing but yet almost hypnotic and yet the woman standing in front of me was anything but. Her name is Ivara, and she was just trouble wrapped in curves so dangerous they should've come with a warning. She stood soaked to the bone in my doorway, her long, black hair dripping water onto the floor, her dress clinging to her body in a way that made me forget how to breathe.

I pulled it on quickly, bare underneath, then padded toward the door without bothering to find shoes. When I cracked the door open, the porch light revealed a woman standing in the rain. Her curls were soaked and stuck to her face, and her tank top clung to her skin like a second layer. Her chest rose and fell like she had been running, and every curve on her body was impossible not to notice. She looked flushed, damp, and slightly wild. “I’m sorry,” she said, her voice tight with cold. “I got lost. My friends were camping, but I took the wrong trail. My phone’s dead. I saw your lights. Can I come in?”

The silence inside Lucas Carter's office remained heavy long after the security director left. Rainwater traced slowly down the massive glass windows behind him while the city lights clouded beneath the storm outside. Lucas stood unmoving beside his desk, one hand pressed against the polished wood, his eyes fixed on the photographs spread before him: Adrian Vale beside Ava outside Laurent Global. Adrian opened the passenger door for her after having a short meeting. Adrian was standing close enough to speak into her ear during their meeting. None of the images showed intimacy. That somehow made them worse. Calm trust was always more dangerous than desire.

He added, "Alyssa Winter, you were cruel enough to refuse to let Gracie move into our home, forcing a pregnant woman to live all alone. So, I'm going to make you experience how hard life is for women." At that moment, the restaurant customers followed the burly woman outside. Timothy shoved me back into the pit without a second thought. The woman threw a stack of photos at me, hitting my body hard. She yelled, "Still trying to deny it? This is all the evidence. You're disgusting! You're married, yet you're still playing mistress to my husband." One photo stuck to the food that stained my clothes. When I picked it up and looked at it, I felt like I had been struck by lightning.

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.

The whole mountain range can hear the loud thunder of the sky accompanied by bright blue which hits other parts of the forest and mountains which turn into fire when it hits but is also immediately extinguished due to heavy rain. A lightning bolt struck directly at the rain-soaked woman as she stood calmly, with hair as short as the hair of most men and with dark skin. It seems that she is just waiting for the lightning to strike, when the lightning strikes there is no fear in her actions or face. Its veins glowed in the body, and it applied its hands and slowly moved away from each other, as she moved away her hands from each other, a bright line with veins had as if it were dancing.

She sat up and made to walk, she was already drained by the rain. "Barbie Doll...." She heard behind her and she turned immediately. And there... Stood the man , she doesn't even know.

The rain poured down like it was angry and pounded relentlessly on the earth. I wondered who the woman was and how she had appeared on my border. What could she be doing out here? Every other pack knew that my border was only easily accessed if you were invited, but this woman was here with an arrow stuck on both her sides, bleeding out in the rain. ‘’She is nearing her death, so we should leave her to her fate,’’ I muttered, turning my back on her. But as I was about to turn, a sweet scent wafted through the rain, like the delicate perfume of a freshly bloomed Jasmine flower. My heart pounded as memories I had long buried came flooding back, and my eyes locked with the woman’s as she pleade

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

Sharp cheekbones. But still, no name. No introduction. The woman walked past Siara and sat on the velvet couch like it was her throne. She pulled out a black carton of cigarettes, lit one with a gold lighter, and inhaled deeply before exhaling smoke in a tight stream toward the ceiling. “I said,” Siara began again, this time standing, “She’s not dead, is she?” The woman tilted her head slightly, her voice low, edged with amusement. “Darling… if she isn’t, she will be. There’s no way anyone survives an impact like that. Not in this rain. Not on that road.”