Yellow Raincoat Characters Novels & Stories

Out of curiosity, Rain ran and hunted him. "Since when is he willing to go out during the day?" Rain muttered as she looked up at the gray sky. "Is it because today the sun is not visible?" Rain wore a thick red coat and wrapped a black knitted scarf around her neck so that the knitted covered part of her face. Socks wrapped her legs up to her thighs. The girl still wore a skirt that was above her knees even though the weather was so cold. Rain ran after Jace, who left quietly. The brown-haired man walked through the forest with big old trees there. Rain hid behind one of the tree trunks when Jace stopped and looked back.

He was going to give the already cooled coffee, because he’s been waiting here for a long time, but Lance halted when he noticed that Jane was wearing the same color as the jacket he has. “Oh?” He pointed to her yellow coat. At the same time, Jane also stared at Lance’s yellow coat. “Oh?” and pointed to hers too. Lance bought her coats in different colors. So, he did not expect that they would coincidentally wear the same color. “You chose yellow?” Lance asked. “Yeah. You too?” “Yup.” Jane chose the yellow coat because she loves Yellow. On the other side, Lance just picked the first jacket he laid his eyes on. He did not know that there will be a good result of being a light thinker.

She gestured toward the coat on the form. I came in and stood in front of it. The coat was the colour of wet stone. I had known that from the description, from the bolt of fabric I had seen on the shelf, but the knowing had been abstract in the way that descriptions of colour are always abstract until the thing is in front of you. The coat in front of me was not abstract. It was the specific grey of stone after rain, a colour that was not cold but patient, a colour that waited for the person wearing it to make it mean something.

Helen said. "I feel different," Rain said honestly. Helen looked at her for a moment with the assessment of someone who reads people the way she reads books — carefully and without rushing. "Good different," Helen said finally. "Yes," Rain said. "Good different." She hung her coat and went to the shelves and started working. The morning was ordinary in all the ways she had missed. The teenage boy came at eleven and pretended to browse and left with something from the fantasy section tucked into his bag like always. Rain watched him go and smiled.

SHANE’S POV She’s very clean. I can think of a few young women off the top of my head who looked as if they were very clean and organized people, but being faced with their rooms and or households you were quick to learn that wasn’t true. Raine always wore the right, tight clothes. The things that she knew fit with her body well, that would make her stand out, no matter where she was or who she was with. I noticed that she played with colors, her makeup always matching the same shades as her clothing.

Chapter 119 – One Last Try The rain had tapered off hours ago, leaving behind a cold dampness that clung to the early morning air like a ghost. Puddles shimmered beneath the pale glow of the streetlamps, and the city still felt half-asleep—quiet, cautious. Alex stood at the entrance to Mabel’s apartment building, his dark coat hanging heavily from his shoulders, saturated from the walk. His hair was slicked back with water, the ends dripping down his collar, but he hardly noticed.

And they prohibited most of the abilities that make me a demon from usage. I nickname the man Jerk, although my clairvoyance told me he is a regular human nicknamed Jackal. I don’t know what business he has with Scarlet, but she is allowing him to flip up her skirt under the covered table, which I can see from the table behind. His left-hand glides down her skirt and feels her bare bottom. She is wearing a lacy thong that matches her bra and while seeing the lace gives me a reaction; I am jealous that someone else, instead of me, has his dirty fingers touching her intimate parts.

I can't loose you because if I lose you then I loose everything. -Rain Rain POV We entered the house. It was quiet. No movement. No helpers. No guards stationed outside. Only Damien's most trusted men Dante, Pear, David and Antony stood there. I was still digesting everything. I didn't know how to react. I looked at the coffee table to see something red kept there. I moved closer to see it was Coco whose brown fur has turned matte red. I tried touching him but I couldn't build up the courage.

An immaculately dressed man got out of the car while another in black descended from the passenger side, opening an umbrella as though to shield only the suited man from the rain. "Yaslyn! It’s been a while," Yerick greeted with a smile that feigned warmth. He gazed at Yaslyn, soaked to the bone in the rain, his brows arching slightly in mock concern. "How could we let Ms. Lyon get drenched like this? Fetch a coat from the car for Ms. Lyon," he instructed the man in black. "Oh, spare me your insincere courtesies, Yerick," scoffed Yaslyn. "What do you want?"

The rain is starting to fall. I look up at the sky. I am free. But as I stand there, I feel a sharp, sudden pain. A cramping in my stomach. I look down. My hand is stained with red. Not my blood this time. "No," I whisper. "No, no, no." I fall to my knees. The rain mixes with the red on my coat. A car pulls up. The door opens. It’s my brother. The double. He steps out. He looks at me.