The Rain Woman Novels & Stories

Francesca Waldorf was never the daughter her family wanted. She was overlooked and compared endlessly to her sister. She learned early that love in the Waldorf house came with conditions. When Waldorf & Co. begins to collapse, Francesca is forced to marry billionaire heir Julian Windsor in her sister’s place. Humiliated on her wedding night and blamed for a lie she never told, she becomes a stranger inside her own marriage while Sophie plays the victim everyone believes. Then Francesca disappears. Years later, she returns as the mysterious, untouchable CEO of Velaré, with a heart that no longer belongs to Julian. Now he has to face the truth: the woman he once ignored is gone. And this t

Raina was stiff as a board beside me, her muscles coiled and jaw locked. Her eyes held fire, a living flame threatening to rain ash on anything in her way. The sight before us was affecting her more than she let on. But I could feel her through our bond and Ezra had no idea what was coming for him. She wasn’t just angry. No. She was absolutely livid. The cries and sobs of the caged women were loud. I could hear men taunting them, laughing at their desperation and tears. I know we said we were going to try and not kill anymore but I had a feeling Raina just threw all that out the window.

Reflexes honed by years of covert operations kicked in, his hand instinctively reaching for the concealed handgun. The rooftop remained silent, save for the rhythmic patter of raindrops on the slick surface. Isaac's gaze shifted, capturing the scene below through the sleek black sunglasses. Amidst the urban backdrop, a woman stood, draped in a raven black gown with a daring slit. Her midnight blue hair, a cascade of glossy waves, framed a face with high cheekbones and a subtle allure. Hazel eyes, filled with a mysterious intensity, locked onto Isaac's. The woman's figure was a silhouette of elegance and seduction, the gown clinging to her curves in all the right places. Raindrops glistened o

"So the rumors are true, you're back," Greka said. I rolled my eyes. " I am not 'back', I am Rain." "Ha-ha, hilarious," She pretended to laugh and then she glared at me. "But for real though, I missed you!" She pouts and I can't help but smile at her. If there's Harley quin and Cat woman, well there's also Rain and Greka. Greka is the Cat woman and I'm what they call 'Harley'. I am known for many names, but they know 'Rain' more.

I can't stand the storm, I've raised enough money, and when the man gets tired of it all, it's time for me to leave. Closing her notebook, the woman stood up and pushed open the window, letting the rain hit the house from time to time. The rain was cold, freezing to the bone, and she cringed a little, clutching her arms, but her mind was clearer than ever. She was wide awake, wide awake to what she was doing right now, wide awake to everything she was doing.

she finally said to Rain who wouldn't stop bombarding her with questions. "Figure what out?" Rain's brow furrowed. "And who was that man back there? Was he a bad guy?" A bad man? Well, we could call him that. But he wasn't bad in the way that Rain was thinking about. He was bad in the sense that he broke women’s hearts and married their sisters. “I– I don't know, sweetheart," she stammered to Rain, hating bow her voice was shaky. Shame turned her white. Rain deserved better than her fractured emotions. She was failing as a mother.

"I will narrate, before meeting Damon, Rain had a rather distinguished career of being a punk and a petty thief." My mouth fell open in surprise, while Rain looked sheepish. That explained her bright orange hair and colourful clothes, but a thief! I had no idea. "Don't judge her, she had a rather rough childhood, having grown up in foster care, she fell into bad company. To cut the long story short. Damon caught her when she was trying to break into Lucian's car. Damon was instantly smitten, and he begged Lucian to not punish her. Lucian understood and allowed him to keep Rain as his mate."

7 as her bored colleagues accompany her on keyboards and drums. Lightning flashed on the ceiling. A moment later, thunder rumbled into the room and rain poured into the pool. The group remained dry under the thatched roof of their raft. I held out my hand, warm pseudo-rain spattered my palm. "Sam." "Yes Yes." The woman behind the counter was a girl from a fantasy island, with long dark curly hair, sparkling dark brown eyes, and the curves of a goddess. She was innocence itself with the eyes of a doe. Hell, I bet her victims in life had no idea she was coming.

After a pause, she added, “Please forget everything. Just pretend… pretend you never met someone like me. Forget it all.” Forget it. Let no one remember. Let no one recall. Pretend she never existed. But the man said firmly, “I will never forget.” Raina turned to go. Her body swayed, almost collapsing, but she didn’t look back. She didn’t respond. She walked straight into the rain, faster and faster, until she was running. Behind her, the man stood steadfast in place, never moving. ***

Half of her big, round backside was sticking out. She wasn't wearing any pants; instead, she just had a little white thong with those sheer, skin-colored stockings over her long legs. The sight nearly made my nose bleed. It was breathtaking. I'd never been near a young woman this perfect my whole life. Even if she wouldn't let me do anything else, just letting me touch her for a moment would have added years to my life.