Silent Rain Novels & Stories

One second, I was getting completely soaked by the rain, and the next… nothing. It was still pouring all around me, but somehow, I was dry. Confused, I looked up—and there he was. A stranger. He stood just behind me, holding an umbrella over us both. Tall, ridiculously good-looking, and wearing an Armani suit that fit like a dream. Like, seriously—who even looks that put together in a storm? And just like that, I was curious. Who was this guy? Read on to uncover the mystery. P.S. This is my first book on here, so if you enjoy it, show me a little love! Thanks for being here.

My husband Preston smashed up the solo art show I'd spent three years building for Vivian, the poor girl we had sponsored through college. "Chloe! What the hell did you send Vivian?!" "She read your goddamn text and suffered a depressive episode! She nearly jumped off the rooftop!" I looked at his furious face and the whole thing struck me as absurd. "Preston. What exactly did I send? I told her that today was the opening of my show and asked her not to call you during it." "She's sick! Why do you have to make every little thing a fight! If anything happens to her because of you — I'll never forgive you." With that, he didn't even glance at me. He turned and bolted back out into the storm. I didn't cry. I didn't even have the energy to be furious. I turned to leave, but in the rain, I ran into Rowan—a classmate from college. He used to be the most popular guy at our school — sweet and hot. But now he was severely injured. The torrential rain had soaked his shirt, revealing his perfect abs beneath. Without hesitation, I took him back to my apartment. Preston showed up pounding on the door, eyes red with rage. "Chloe — I'm gone for an hour and you drag some guy off the street into our bed?" I sneered and stepped in front of Rowan. "If you can play free therapist to some other woman, why can't I try being a philanthropist?"

I begged my husband ninety-nine times to go with me to Jay Boone's concert. On the hundredth time, he finally bought two front-row tickets. Dressed to the nines, I was stopped at the entrance by security because I couldn't produce my ticket. By the time the concert ended, I still hadn't been able to get through to him on the phone. News broke that my husband and his young girlfriend were at the concert, requesting "Sunny Day" from Jay Boone. The story shot straight to the trending charts. There's no rain in the lyrics of "Sunny Day." Because the only world caught in a torrential downpour was mine.

Darren Startan (35) just needed a baby mama to give him an heir so he could inherit his father's gold mine. He didn't care for a wife, just a woman to carry his seed. Paula Rain(18) She needs money desperately to save her mother, who is diagnosed with brain tumour. Paula and Darren's part will cross all in the quest for their selfish needs. But then, an unfortunate incident occurs, shattering Paula's life forever and also leaving Darren in regrets and torture. What will it take to fight their demons and heal their broken hearts? Let's find out

In the decaying super-city of Aethelgard, a desperate gamer accepts a mysterious beta-test offer to escape poverty. But when he discovers his in-game "assassination missions" are actually controlling lethal androids to eliminate the government’s political rivals, he must hack the system from the inside to stop a silent coup before his physical body is deleted.

I gave Killian Rhodes everything. My money. My future. Three years of my life building his empire from the ground up while he took every headline and every handshake. How did he repay me? By humiliating me in front of everyone I knew and joining hands with my best friend to betray me. I walked out of that gala with my head up and my heart in pieces. The last thing I remember is rain on the windshield. They say I died that night. They’re wrong. I am back in a way no one would ever expect. And Killian Rhodes has absolutely no idea who is coming for him.

“Mom, Dan, I received an offer from an overseas university. I plan to take it.” Lucille Shaw’s voice was soft in the silent living room, like a single drop of water rippling across a still pond. Her mother Victoria exclaimed with joy, "Really? Congratulations! When are you planning to go?" “In Ten days.”

Once a Luna, now a grieving widow and omega, Luna returns to Stone Prime with a silent vow to protect the Prime Cub and uncover the truth behind her mate’s death. But when Kieran—the guy she once loved and the Alpha falsely banished—returns with a contract marriage and a warning, everything she thought she knew begins to unravel.

One night, I was a girl seeking vengeance in a velvet mask. He was the stranger who took me against a cold stone wall, his touch a silent, lethal promise. Now, he is Caspian Blackwood—the most feared architecture professor at Aethelgard. When my "perfect" boyfriend, Dominic Calloway, cheats on me and sabotages my degree, Caspian offers a lifeline with a razor-thin edge: Be his silent, nude model for thirty days. The rules are absolute. I must wear a silk mask and a weighted collar. I must never speak. I must hold the poses he demands until my muscles scream for mercy. In the lecture hall, he ignores me with arctic indifference. In the studio, his gaze is a physical weight, stripping me faster than his hands ever could. But as the charcoal scratches against the paper, I realize the "deal" isn't just for art. It’s for the soul I accidentally gave him in the dark. Will the deal destroy his career, or consume me first?

Aisla Lindon was born an Omega—but not a weak one. Betrayed by her father, sold into marriage, and stripped of her inheritance, she flees to Blackthorn Werewolf Military Academy—where four ruthless alphas rule with iron fists. The Hunter brothers: Hughs - cold professor and biker gang leader . Cayden - silver-tongued senior who destroys reputations. Hades - silent predator with dark intentions. Hank - cocky troublemaker who wants her. Hank’s leaned down, bracing his hands on the arms of her chair, caging her in again. “Not like that.” Cayden pushed off the door, his steps silent on the rich rug. “He said sit. He didn’t say how to sit.” He came to her other side, a mirrored image of his brother. “Let’s be specific.” Hughs voice dropped to a husky, wicked whisper. “Spread your legs.” Hades leaned in closer, his lips almost brushing her ear. “Our little stepsister needs a good punishment.”