Yellow Raincoat Characters Novels & Stories

No one could understand the storm that had been swirling inside her all this time—a storm that had driven everyone around her away. But Ryu stayed. He stood calmly, enduring the rain, thunder, and wind that Kyoko hurled at him. Ryu patiently waited until the dark sky was replaced by a rainbow and the blue returned. Perhaps the sky was still gray, but Ryu would remain there until it turned blue and clear once more.

--As pure as she is, all it too was just one person to get her tainted.-- Snow's POV. The dark clouds rumbled again like it has been doing for quite a while now just as a thin flash of lighting zipped through the different shapes of the once bright but now darkened clouds, a loud crackling sound echoed from the sky, the sound vibrating, the thunder stifling the aura around the cloud with gloom. People walked around quickly in raincoats, while some sensible ones held up umbrellas in different shades and colours to shield off the drizzling rain that was starting to get heavier by the second.

This color makes people bright and beautiful, and even has a kind of quiet and graceful fairy spirit. When Oushiya went out, he found Mr. King and Antaotao standing side by side, just like a pile of bi ren who could not be separated. Mr. King is still wearing black clothes, while Andaotao is wearing a bright red skirt. This kind of color makes her more charming and beautiful, like a demon of a disaster country. Oushiya couldn't help looking at her dress. It was yellow and cold. She looked like a clown in front of Andaotao.

I yelped, covering my head with my hands as my shoulders rose to my ears. Water dripped from my bangs onto my nose and cheeks. The air smelled wet and of peppermint. An eerie gloom gathered around the field in the form of fog. "Coach, are we going in?" someone shouted. "Yeah, coach, we can't run in this." "Are you men and women, or mice?" Coach roared over the rain, tipping his burgundy cap lower on his head.

The raindrops, as big as beans, pelted against the car window, filling Chloe with a sense of foreboding. The street became sparsely populated due to the heavy downpour. Several men wielding baseball bats emerged from a van and started approaching them. Standing behind this group of men was a woman wearing a fox mask—Vanya.

Her pack and the elders in it were always difficult to please. Rain quietly entered the mead hall. This time, she's not in her priestess suit. Instead, she's clothed in algae green embroidered long Viking tunic and a faur fox collar wool cloak on top of it. At first glance, anyone who would look at her would have an impression that she's just one of those random Viking women who's easy to prey on. Rain feels all eyes turned to her. Yet she didn't mind their glarings. She sitted quietly in the corner and ordered some drinks.

Two people in the car were waiting with great curiosity. no sound could be heard, only the sound of their breathing which was racing very quickly and alternately. Until two people from inside the apartment came out at the same time, Mr. Charmond and Charles eyes opened wide when they saw a woman in a thick coat and a man in a black t-shirt, sitting down in a chair while looking at the remaining raindrops.For a few minutes their eyes continued to watch the figure from a distance, before long, the two of them looked at each other.

“Is everything all right?” “Yeah, everything’s fine,” Rain assured her, watching Mother Swan as she walked through the rows, studying the settings on each pair’s monitor. “I just forgot my lab coat and had to go back for it.” “You might want to put it on then,” Cloud said, eyeing the garment Rain had tossed over the back of her chair.

Whatever happened today, she was ready to face it in a better condition. In her room, by the window and with his back to her, someone was standing there. Hazel thought it was Calvin at first, but it wasn't. That person wasn't Calvin because she knew exactly what Calvin's posture was like. That person—whether male or female, was shorter and thinner than Calvin. The person's entire body was wrapped in a black raincoat and hooded. Looking down, Hazel found the person wearing thick rubber-soled shoes that allowed the man to easily erase his footprints.

A quick motion out of the corner of my eye made me freeze. I turned, trying to make out a figure in the rain. There was someone crouched on a bench, wet. They wore a gigantic glittery hoodie—great pink with way-too-much glitz. There was only one individual who would ever dress this way. Yu Yu. I stood up instinctively, rain drenching me further as I walked towards her. She was sleeping or crying—I couldn't tell. Her arms were wrapped around her knees, her body bent inwards.