Yellow Raincoat Characters Novels & Stories

Scarlet who was in sight, was wearing a slender coat and was drenched everywhere. The cloth wet by the downpour stuck firmly to her body, The delightful figure is unhampered. Hunching down under a building and rapidly clearing the downpour off her body, scarlet gazed at the sky with a severe face. Didn't the weather conditions estimate say it couldn't rain today?

He was dressed as a fiery phoenix, his costume a dazzling array of orange and red feathers, with wings attached to his arms that shimmered and shined under the lights. Storm and Rain joined in, twirling me around in a dizzying circle of color and music. Storm was dressed as a majestic storm god, his costume a powerful combination of dark blues and grays, with lightning bolts embroidered on his hooded cloak and a crown of thunderbolts on his head. Rain, on the other hand, was dressed as a mysterious and elusive rain spirit, his costume a shimmering array of blues and greens, with water droplets embroidered on his sleeves and a crown of mist on his head.

no one saw because the car is designed such that no one can see or smell anything inside it,” he smiled as he kissed my forehead. “You can’t go shirtless, Zarek,” I said. “Let me wear my own clothes so that people don’t find me disrespectful.” “You are so perfect in every way, Zoe !” Zarek sighed. “You are biased, boy,” I winked as I got off the car. * * * * * * CHARACTER SKETCH: ZOE'S MATES: Talon Green – Green Moss Pack Lucan Cohen – Ocean Spirit Pack Corwin Dixon – Moon Shine Pack

He chuckled. We stood up and the businesswoman looked at me questioningly, I smiled at her. "Here, wear this. You won't be wet." He gestured to his long coat which he held open for me. I stood in front of him and let him put his coat on me, true to his words, the inside was warm, even though the outside was glistening wet from the rain. And the bad part was his coat reach my ankles, I looked like a penguin. A laugh came out, "You look like..."

assistant"> But it was impossible not to feel shocked. I knew exactly how different I looked now compared to before—so different that even my own mother likely wouldn’t recognize me. So how had Yul recognized me? I couldn’t just let this go. After settling my two assistants, I stood up and hurried down the wide, empty corridor. The sharp clicks of Yul’s black heels echoed against the crystal floor as she walked quickly, draping a luxurious crimson cloak over her shoulders. A light rain had begun to fall. Yul put on her gloves and paused briefly, hesitating as she looked outside. But she lingered only for a moment before a group of men came running over with umbrellas, eager to offer them to

Darrell offered with a smirk. “Great.” Nate who was longer-legged than Danny, chuckled, pulling up the already too-short hem of black slacks. “Well, I’m ready for a flood, so…” “You should give Nate that shirt, Danny,” Raine smiled. “Green is his color.” Nate shook his head with a slow grin. “Show a girl your wolf and she knows everything.” “If one more person says that to me today,” Raine smiled as she picked up her full glass of Scotch and took a sip. She made a face at the sharp flavor and unexpected burn. “That is INTENSE! Woo!”

From above, she could see a part of the city. Grey roofs. Wet roads. People with dark umbrellas. Everything seemed colorless. Like someone in the world took all the colors slowly. At the bottom of the cross, a man in the rain was waiting for the green lights. Next to him stood a little girl in a yellow rain jacket. The color was bright between all the gray. The girl deliberately jumped into a puddle. Water splashed up. And although Mara could not recognize the child's face, she knew immediately, that it laughed.

Like staring into a shattered rainbow, their colour is the only thing visible in the middle of this black, miserable thunderstorm. I slowly shrug my jacket down my shoulders, if I have to shift and defend myself I’d rather not wreck it. Deep black canvas, waterproof from the rain and dense, it feels like I’m wearing armour. Zeke likes his leather jacket, White Forest have their cloaks. I skulk about like a serial killer. So I’ve heard Naomi and Leona say anyway.

THE SOUND of the heavy rain pouring down the sky engulfed the rooftops of each and every corner of the condominium. As I yielded towards the window pane close to Bright's room, I saw people dressed in raincoats, uniforms, and casual clothing walking past the streets with umbrellas strapped to their bodies. "Alright, I'm off, darling," Bright suddenly says before walking towards my direction. She then leans towards my head, her hand gently lifting my chin as she presses her lips against my forehead.