The Rain Woman Novels & Stories

“Show me, Mist.” “Rain, once I show this to you, you have to realize there’s no going back. If you want to continue to stay in your delusion, to think that women are superior to men and that men deserve the treatment they get because of the way they used to treat women, then you do not want to see what I have.” With a deep breath, and a flash of blue eyes playing across her mind, Rain said, “Show me.”

"It's called karma! That scumbag cheated on his wife, hooked up with his own cousin, and even had a kid with her. What's worse, they even had the nerve to broadcast everything and humiliate his wife." "Did you hear? The Shaw family's daughter, who's also Samson's real wife, nearly died giving birth. The baby was stillborn, and the umbilical cord was around the neck. The baby couldn't even cry once before passing away. As a mother myself, just imagining it breaks my heart." "Right, and that animal Samson even brought his mistress's baby to Miss Shaw and tried to force her to claim the baby as her own. What kind of person does that? Is he even human?"

As the number of viewers on the livestream grew each night, I felt myself dissolving, reduced to a piece of clockwork machinery designed to leak for a paying audience. Clients rotated in and out of the rooms. What I never expected to see was a familiar figure stepping into my room. It was the village chief, Martin Hansen, who reeked of tobacco. I hadn't imagined him to be part of this, too. I wasn't the only woman here. Whenever I was alone in my room, I could always hear the voices of other women drifting through the walls. Rodrick and Colby had turned this place into a living hell. Before every livestream, Rodrick would forcibly apply some pink cream onto my sensitive bud. Whenever I clamp

The champagne glass slipped from Jack Knight’s hand and shattered across the ballroom floor. The sound cut through the music. Conversations died instantly. Heads turned, investors froze mid-laugh, even the violinists missed a note. Jack didn’t notice any of them. He was staring at the woman standing beneath the crystal chandelier like he’d just seen someone rise from the dead. “Mildred…”, he breathed. The first time Mildred Jones walked into the Knight Grand Hotel, she left in tears. Tonight, she returned in diamonds, and before midnight, she planned to start tearing the family apart.

Mira’s POV} Knock! Knock! Knock! The sound echoed through the compound again. Harder. Louder. More desperate than before. David’s entire body stiffened. I looked from him to the gate. His face had turned pale.looking so frightened. Because he knew who it was. “Open the gate,” David ordered the security guard. Within seconds, the heavy gate slowly swung open. My heart pounded against my ribs. A woman stepped inside. Vanessa.

The neighborhood lay in ruins, with rubble and dust drifting in the air. I furrowed my brows, my OCD pushing me to walk away. Just then, a hunched, filthy woman came in my way. She was wrapped in a filthy down jacket, its original color long buried beneath layers of grime. She clutched a handful of empty plastic bottles, her eyes vacant and glassy. “M-Ms. Bray?” She spoke, her voice raspy and scratchy. I stopped in my tracks and looked at her from a distance. It took a while for me to scan her bloated and wrinkly face before I recognized her to be the once arrogant Little Miss Sunshine.

With a flick of his fingers, he orders another club servant to come forward and loosen the rope around the young woman’s wrists. She slumps, a cascade of red hair falling over her freckled face. Her head rolls on her neck. She’s totally blissed out from endorphins. Another sweetblood. A submissive, willing vampire victim. It’s not my business. I shouldn’t get involved. But the redhead’s lips part and she turns toward me and I catch her scent…

He realized then, that was the reason why they called him. “Who are you?” Kook asked the woman who stood not far from his sister’s room. He never saw the woman before, was she someone Jilly knew? “Who are you?” she asked back arrogantly. She was there first, so she was a little bit entitled to that. “I’m her brother,” Kook replied with a raised eyebrow.

He didn't notice the red Cayenne that had just parked a few meters beside his car. When the car door opened, a woman wearing a white dress got out. A long shawl covered her shoulders and she wore a fairy-like lace dress which looked very delicate. Her appearance made people desire to protect her. After she got out of the car, another woman got out from the other side. The second woman took a coat from the back seat and walked to the woman in the white dress. She also complained in a low voice. “Why is it so cold tonight? I feel like I’m about to be frozen to death." Then she draped the coat over the first woman's shouders.

Ryan did not confirm nor deny it, but I could tell the truth from the guilty look in his eyes. The scorching summer day in June felt like winter to me. I held my breath in shock. What was I to Ryan, if that woman was his wife? "Stop faking it," the woman taunted me. Then, she went on to introduce me to the onlookers. "Ladies and gentlemen, take a good look at this homewrecker! She snatched my husband from me, and she had the audacity to ask him for an apartment."