Wind Rain And The Years Between Us Novels & Stories

Jayden The windshield wipers can’t keep up with the torrential downpour, even on full blast. They scrape back and forth in a frantic, uneven rhythm, smearing the lights of passing cars into distorted streaks of white and red. Rain pounds the windshield like it’s trying to break through, drowning out everything except the pounding of my own heart. Common sense tells me to pull over, to wait it out until the storm eases, but common sense has never stood a chance where Tasha is concerned.

I'm in the rain that falls every year on our anniversary. I'm in you. You carried me all these years. Now let me carry you. Live. Love. Laugh with the children. Tell our stories. Hold the great-grandchildren. Plant more jasmine. Keep writing. Keep breathing. And when your time comes—many, many years from now—I will be waiting. I'll be the rain that greets you. I'll be the hand that takes yours. I'll be the voice that says, “I choose you. Always.” Until then, my love.

Tucked in the journal's pages were little notes Tania scribbled when she was worn out. [Super tired today. Slept only fifteen hours this week, but thinking of Samuel keeps me going.] [Big breakthrough with the research! I'm so happy. I'm going to grow old with Samuel. I know I can.] [Can't wait to finish the medicine and surprise Samuel. It's what I'm looking forward to the most.] [Mom asked if I'd regret leaving the Russell family for love. No way. Samuel's my everything, and we're in this together.] Samuel did not get to read the rest.

The night I decided to end my marriage, I met God. He gave me a chance to change the past by letting me meet my wife at eighteen. So I made two wishes. First, I wished she would stay out of that alley. Otherwise, the boy she loved would get hurt trying to save her. Second, I wished she would never confess her feelings to Ethan Lawson and would disappear from his life forever. Because by the time Claire Lane turned thirty, she no longer loved him.

Then harder. The wind screamed across the cliffside. One of the warriors approached carefully. "Alpha." I didn't turn around. "The storm is worsening." No response. "We should return." Still nothing. Another flash of lightning split the sky. Thunder followed immediately. The rain soaked through my clothes. Cold. Relentless. I welcomed it. Because it was the only thing I could still feel. The warrior tried again. "Alpha—" "Leave." The word came out low. Dangerous. The warrior immediately stepped back.

Over three years, I called the police on Julian Prescott 188 times to force him to marry me. When he left me burning with fever to see his first love, I reported him missing. When that same woman summoned him to fix her plumbing in the middle of the night, I tipped off the vice squad. After the last trip to the police station, I asked whether he'd finally had enough of me. He was silent for a long time before answering. "I promised my father I'd take care of you. I'm going to keep that promise." Then came the day we climbed a snowy mountain together. An avalanche trapped us, and Julian shielded me with his body. A boulder crushed half of him. Feverish and close to death, I looked at him,

In the third year of our development assignment in the Northwest, my husband, Jason Hale, suddenly submitted a request to return to the capital. His supervisor, Martin Reed, confronted him about it. "You only have one year left on your assignment. If you stay here and keep building your career, your future will be wide open. Breaking your contract and going back just to stand up for that student you've been sponsoring hardly seems worth it. "And what about your wife? She came all the way out here because of you. You're really going to leave her here by herself?" Jason didn't seem concerned. "I can't stand knowing Yvonne is all alone with no one to rely on. She's emotionally fragile. She can'

Jake jumped out, already drenched, his eyes filled with the madness of someone on the brink of collapse and a final, desperate shred of hope. The brothers met each other’s gaze in the rain. In each other’s eyes, they saw the same despair and refusal to give up. This time, there was no argument or fists thrown. Like two trapped beasts stripped of their fangs, they had nothing left except a final, mournful struggle.

*Ana* The rain returns as a whisper first—thin, icy drops clicking gently against the stable roof like a ticking clock. Time, slipping away again. The wind shifts through the open doors, carrying the scent of wet pavement and damp frozen earth, mingling with the faint perfume of dried roses from my garden—invisible beyond the courtyard walls but somehow reaching me here, curling beneath my coat collar like ghostly fingers at my throat.

Wala siyang maramdaman kahit ano at maging ang paningin at ang pandinig niya ay unti unting lumalabo na rin. Napatingala siya sa langit kung saan patuloy na pumapatak ang ulan sa kaniyang mukha. Pinilit niyang iangat o igalaw ang kamay niya ngunit ni katiting eh wala siyang maramdaman kahit na isa. Ah, the rain is here and I'm sure that he'll be here any minute.. but I guess.. I won't be here anymore. Saka niya ipinikit ang mata niya ng dahan dahan.