Where Rainbows End Novel Novels & Stories

It was too disappointing as there was a heavy downpour on the first day they arrived at their destination, and they could not go anywhere. Were they supposed to stay in the hotel the whole day? Ryan drew the curtains and went back to the bed. He lay on his side while facing her, then he stretched out a hand to hug her and rubbed her cheeks with his finger. He laughed softly as he said, “Don’t they say that there’ll be a rainbow after the storm? We’ll go and see the rainbow when the rain stops. The rain is so heavy, and the sky here is exceptionally blue, so there will definitely be a rainbow.”

"I'll have Olivia raise the intensity so high on Erin, that a scar will be the least of her worries." Just as she finished, the sky streaked with lighting, that illuminated her body through the shadowed glass that was now covered in rain.

Chapter 29 Third Person’s POV The rain was terrifying yet comforting that night—it was beautifully tragic as it floods the land—the water wasn’t murky. It was clear and the rain that fell to wash the land rid of impurities was warm and comforting. Lux loved it. He loved how chaos was both beautiful and poetic even if it destroyed a lot of thing. He loved the flowing water and he loved how the rain cascaded down his naked body as he stood under the shower that the clouds provided.

The last thing Clara Quinn remembered was the rain. Not the accident itself — not the scream of tires or the sickening lurch of the world tilting sideways — but the rain. How it had been coming down in thin grey sheets, the kind that soaked through a coat in minutes and made the whole city smell like wet concrete and defeat. She had been crossing the street with her coffee going cold in her hand, thinking about the terrible ending of that novel she'd been forced to finish for her book club, the one everyone else had called "devastating in the best way" while Clara had sat there thinking that the villainess was simply the most exhausting character she had ever encountered in print. And then:

Because in that moment, we weren’t broken. We were whole. And this was just the beginning of our new dawn. THE END THANK YOU FOR READING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END! Author I*******m @agkbooks

" He said and walked past me. I tried to follow him but he immediately vanished. It was just an imagination. I cried, the rain started pouring down as well. It feels like the sky knows how sad and down I am, now I know why people tend to cry when they are sad. People are just like the sky, when they feel tired, down and felt like they were alone, the rain will start pouring, but the difference is that when the rain stopped rainbow will begin to show, a sign of a new beginning, but for me, there's no rainbow after the rain. My heart cried hundreds of buckets now and still no rainbows showing.

Ryle’s eyes glistened, just for a moment, before he nodded. “That’s all I needed to know.” Rain had started again, light but steady. Lily walked blindly through the streets of Boston, her umbrella forgotten, the city lights blurry through her tears. She’d broken something. Maybe not with a kiss. But with a silence. With a hesitation.

I sat beside him, the silence between us softer now. “I was scared to love you,” I said finally. “I still am.” He turned. “Why?” “Because people like us don’t get happy endings. Just delayed tragedies.” He reached for my hand. “Then let’s write a different ending.” Lightning split the sky. And somewhere, in the dark corners of the world, another child woke in a lab — waiting for someone to break the chain. We would be their storm. And this time, we would not flinch.

The sky outside was bright. The rain had stopped, leaving droplets of water clinging to the plants and rooftops, glistening in the sunlight like scattered diamonds. The ground was still damp, but the sun's rays persisted, breaking through the gray clouds and forming a rainbow arching between them. Sophia could only admire the scene from behind the fogged-up window, her breath creating condensation on the glass. Her hand felt cold as she pressed it against the surface, as if trying to reach for the world beyond.

Once we’re back where we were before we arrived here. In the late afternoon on the second day after Rowena made her announcement, Eva and I lie in the grass near the edge of camp, blowing bubbles out of a soap liquid someone named Nikos from Thunderpeak traded her. They dance through the sky overhead, tiny pockets of rainbow light. “No.” Eva shakes her head, smiling just a little. “You’re making that up.” “I’m not!” I lean up on one elbow to look at her. “I really heard someone in the bar claim rainbows are evil because they’re the opposite of the moon.”