Novels by Rain

Evelyn adjusted her blazer nervously as she stepped out of the car, her heart hammering in her chest. The sleek glass building of Starlink towered above her, its polished exterior gleaming in the morning sun. The sight of it brought a mix of emotions—anxiety, determination, and an overwhelming sense of responsibility. This wasn’t just any company; it was her father’s legacy. She inhaled deeply and pushed through the revolving doors. Inside, the lobby buzzed with activity—employees moving with purpose, phones ringing, the faint hum of conversation echoing off the marble walls. The receptionist, a young woman with a warm smile, greeted her. “Ms. Evelyn Carter, right? We already received a call from your grandfather,” the receptionist said, standing up immediately. “The board is expecting you. This way, please.” Evelyn nodded, her palms damp with sweat as she followed the receptionist to the elevator. 'Expecting me?' she thought. 'They barely know me. What exactly am I walking int

Hunter stormed into his house, slamming the door behind him with a force that made the walls tremble. His tie felt suffocating, a noose around his neck, and with a sharp tug, he tore it off and threw it onto the desk. His chest heaved as he paced the room, his anger consuming him like a wildfire. 'How dare she?' The thought repeated in his mind, fueling his fury. Evelyn’s cold indifference, the smug smirk of that bastard Edwin, and her outright dismissal of him—it was all too much. Hunter ran a hand through his hair, tugging at the roots in frustration. 'She’s acting like I never meant anything to her,' he fumed. 'As if I was just a passing phase in her life, someone she could forget the moment she signed those damn divorce papers.' The image of her laughing with Edwin flashed in his mind, and his jaw clenched. 'And now she has a new lover?' His fists tightened, the veins on his arms bulging. He couldn’t stand the thought of her moving on so quickly, of her giving someone else t

Inside the apartment, Evelyn exhaled heavily as the door clicked shut behind them. The tension from the confrontation outside still lingered in the air, thick and suffocating. She turned to Edwin, her expression calm but firm. “Thank you for stepping in, Edwin,” she said quietly, “but you don’t have to fight for me. Especially not with him.” Edwin frowned, crossing his arms. “Evelyn, I wasn’t about to just stand there and let him treat you like that. He had no right—” “I mean it, Edwin,” she interrupted, her voice sterner this time. “I can handle Hunter on my own.” He held her gaze for a long moment, his brow furrowing as though he was about to argue.Then, with a soft sigh, he looked away. “Fine. But don’t expect me to just stand by if he pulls something like that again.” Evelyn shook her head, her lips pressing into a thin line. “I’m serious, Edwin. I don’t want anyone else getting involved. This is my mess to deal with.” Before the tension could stretch any further, Vinn

Evelyn’s mind reeled. Sophia had a boyfriend? An aggressive one at that? Which she's trying to dump to get Hunter. Does Hunter know? But that doesn't change the fact that he cheated on her. She shook her head in disbelief. Growing up, Evelyn had known Sophia was wild, always running after excitement and validation, but she had never imagined something like this. Sophia had a habit of jumping from one fling to the next, but that had always seemed like her personal choice. Evelyn had never judged her for it, even though she couldn’t relate. But this? This was something darker. Sophia’s scream echoed in her ears, and Evelyn clenched her fists, trying to push away the pang of guilt that clawed at her. She didn’t step in. She couldn’t.As she tried to steady herself, memories came flooding back, unbidden. Memories of their mother—Vivian—the woman Evelyn had always struggled to understand. Vivian had always favored Sophia, showering her with affection and attention while Evelyn was le

Edwin pulled up outside a lively bar that was already buzzing with energy. The neon lights outside blinked in vibrant reds and blues, casting a playful glow on the street. Evelyn squinted at the sign, reading it aloud. “The Velvet Note? Seriously, Edwin? What is this place?” Edwin grinned as he hopped out of the car and jogged around to open her door. “A surprise. Trust me, you’ll love it. Now, come on.” As they stepped inside, Evelyn’s senses were overwhelmed by the pulse of upbeat music, the sound of laughter, and the smell of craft cocktails mingled with delicious bar food. Her gaze swept across the room and landed on a very familiar face waving wildly at her from a corner booth. “VINNI?!” Evelyn exclaimed, her mouth falling open. Vinni jumped up, rushing over and throwing her arms around Evelyn. “SURPRISE!” she squealed. “Welcome to your official Divorce Freedom Party!” Evelyn laughed, the joy bubbling up unexpectedly. “You two planned this?” “Of course we did!” Vinni

Evelyn rushed into the City Hall, her heels clicking against the polished floor as she adjusted her coat. She was running late—again. The late-night drinks with Vinni and Edwin had been worth it, though. For the first time in a long while, she had felt genuinely happy, and the hangover was a small price to pay. When she entered the room, Hunter was already there, sitting stiffly with a scowl on his face. He rose to his feet the moment he saw her, his annoyance evident. “You’re late,” he snapped, crossing his arms. “Do you have any idea how unprofessional this looks?” Evelyn sighed, brushing past him to take her seat. “It’s not like you’ve got a board meeting to attend here.” Her dismissive tone only fueled his anger. “You think this is a joke?” She didn’t bother looking at him, instead flipping through the documents in front of her. “No, I think you’re overreacting. Can we get this over with? You seem desperate to be rid of me.” Hunter’s jaw tightened as he leaned closer

Selena lay sprawled on her bed, staring up at the ceiling with a dazed expression. The memory of that kiss kept replaying in her mind, each detail etched in vivid clarity—the warmth of his lips, the way his face had softened for just a moment, and how, despite her nerves, it had felt… right. She groaned and buried her face in her hands. 'What the hell is wrong with me? Why does he have this effect on me?' Her heart had betrayed her—fluttering in ways it shouldn’t, betraying every ounce of common sense she tried to cling to. Julian wasn’t just a man; he was 'Julian Mathers'—arrogant, insufferable, and completely out of her league in ways that went far beyond wealth. And yet, with one kiss, he’d unraveled something deep inside her. 'No. No way.' She sat up abruptly, shaking her head as if trying to clear the lingering sensations of the kiss. 'I am 'not' falling for him. I can’t be. This is ridiculous.' But as much as she tried to convince herself, the truth lingered stubbornly in

At dinner, the dining table was laid out as elegantly as ever, a variety of dishes carefully prepared by the staff. Selena sat beside Julian, as always, while Samantha and Grandma were seated across from them. The warm light from the chandelier above gave the room a cozy ambiance, but beneath it, a storm of emotions brewed.Grandma was the first to break the silence, her voice filled with genuine curiosity. “So, Samantha, tell me more about yourself. You two sisters are so different! What have you been up to?”Samantha’s lips curved into a sweet smile, one that made Selena relax. “Oh,” she began, her tone soft and modest, “I haven’t done much compared to Selena. She’s always been the star of our family.”Selena’s heart warmed at her sister’s words. She reached over and gently squeezed Samantha’s hand. “Don’t say that, Sam. You’ve been through so much, and you’re still so strong. I’ve always admired you for that.”Samantha tilted her head, her innocent facade firmly in place. “You’re t

The drive home was quiet at first. Selena kept fidgeting with the hem of her dress, stealing glances at Julian’s calm demeanor. He had one hand on the wheel, his eyes firmly on the road, as if he hadn’t a care in the world. But she couldn’t hold it in anymore. “How did you find out about the calls?” she finally asked, breaking the silence. Her voice was cautious, hesitant. Julian didn’t even glance at her. His jaw tightened slightly, and he responded in an even tone, “I put the pieces together.” Selena frowned. “What do you mean by that?” He sighed, still not looking at her. “You were constantly yelling at someone on the phone. And Clara mentioned those media people came to my office with some ridiculous proposition. It wasn’t hard to figure out.” Selena bit her lip, feeling embarrassed. She didn’t like the idea of him piecing together her problems, even if he had helped her in the end. “I…I didn’t want to bother you with it,” she admitted softly, staring down at her hands.

Selena rubbed her temples, trying to shake off the strange tension that clung to her. Why was she even thinking about Julian right now? This man, who spent half his time tormenting her and the other half confusing her with small, unexpected gestures of care, should have no power over her thoughts. Selena plopped down on her chair, staring at the ceiling. “What’s happening to me?” she whispered. Her mind drifted back to the little moments she had shared with Julian recently—the way he had silently handed her his jacket when she was shivering, the way his eyes softened ever so slightly when he caught her rehearsing that script, the fact that he defended her from those media people without a second thought. And then, there were his teasing remarks in the car earlier. And now in his office, he told her to come to him if she ever faced any problem. Almost like they were two people who cared about each other. She groaned, covering her face with her hands. “What is wrong with me? He’

As Selena reached the elevator, she pressed the button and waited, her mind a chaotic swirl of thoughts. Julian liking her? The idea was laughable. The man seemed to take genuine pleasure in tormenting her. Every interaction with him felt like a battle, where she was always a step behind, fumbling for composure while he remained effortlessly in control. The elevator dinged, its arrival pulling her back to the present. She stepped inside, leaning heavily against the wall. Crossing her arms tightly over her chest, she exhaled sharply. “Maybe they’re just imagining things,” she muttered to herself, her voice barely above a whisper. “Julian is strict with everyone. He’s not... he doesn’t—” She cut herself off mid-sentence, shaking her head as if to dismiss the absurd notion entirely. The ride to the top floor felt longer than usual, every second dragging as she rehearsed a thousand possible scenarios in her head. Julian’s summons were never casual, and the knot in her stomach tighte

The boardroom was filled with tension as producers, directors, and various department heads from the drama production team gathered around the long table. Selena sat in a corner, quietly observing as papers shuffled and murmurs floated in the air. This was her first time attending a meeting of this magnitude. She had prepared to take notes for Julian, but she couldn’t shake the nervousness bubbling in her chest. Julian entered the room with his usual commanding presence, his sharp gaze sweeping across everyone as the murmurs ceased instantly. Selena clutched her pen tightly, shrinking into her seat. 'He doesn't even have to say anything. People just fall silent around him.' “Let’s begin,” Julian said coldly, settling into the chair at the head of the table. His deep voice sent shivers down her spine, and she instinctively glanced at him. He looked composed yet utterly intimidating. The head producer started the discussion, outlining the current progress of the drama. Everything

But instead of listening to me, he gripped my hair and pulled my face to the other side, making me wince and let out a painful gasp. Yet, he was far from halting his torment and buried his face in my neck, and inhaled deeply like the crazed dog that he was at the moment. “Why do you smell so good?” He demanded with a furious voice. “S-Stop…” I shuddered as he licked a sensitive spot under my ear, and to my horror, my stomach tightened with a shocking rush of pleasure. "Ryder, stop!" I tried to push him away, but he was too strong. I thought he was retaliating against me for interrupting his moment with Vanessa, but now I don't know anymore. "I didn't mean to—" I began to explain that I was just passing by, but he cut me off with a growl, his eyes burning into mine with an almost devouring gaze. It was as if he already knew everything and still chose to punish me. His hands began to roam down my body and his touch was nothing but rough. My body trembles uncontrol

Hunter’s pov ; I returned to our room, closing the door behind me with a quiet sigh. Ryder was already rummaging through his closet, pulling out clothes for the party tonight. Sam’s parents have invited us since they are friends with dad. Before getting ready myself, I turned to my twin. “Ryder?” He glared at me even though I'm the oldest. He's a vibrant adventurer who loves outdoor sports and exploration, he's the captain of the ice hockey team at the academy. He likes challenging things which are in our Alpha blood. He may appear sincere and enthusiastic towards people, but in reality, he is very indifferent. He has many female companions, but none of them are his girlfriends. But I can't blame him. He's influenced by my father’s bad choices. Now, he believes that mates and intimate relationships are just an illusion, just like how dad easily abandoned our mother. Ryder no longer expects a partner relationship because we both are above 20 and still haven't found a mate. He

Lily’s pov ; As soon as I ended the call with my mother, I turned to find Ryder standing nearby, a vicious grin spreading across his face. He had clearly overheard my conversation."Good job, Lily," he smirked, grabbing my arm tightly, and causing an immense pain to rush through my hand. "You really are our good little girl, keeping up appearances like that. I think you deserve a reward."I tensed and tried to pull my arm free. "I don't want anything from you," I snapped with my suppressed anger.Ryder's grin only widened, his blue eyes glowing with amusement. "Oh, come on, don’t be like that. We're just trying to show our appreciation."Before I could respond, he suddenly yanked me closer to him. His dark hair fell into his eyes as he gave me a vicious look. "How about a kiss? Just a little token of our gratitude."My heart raced with anger and fear. "No," I said firmly, yanking my arm away. "I don't want anything to do with any of you.” "Feisty," he commented with a smirk. "I like

Lilyanne’s pov ; "One more year," I reminded myself silently. Just one more year, and then I can leave all of this behind me.“What's happening here? And you, why are you in the way of entrance? Get aside,” The teacher said as he entered and I gave him the way. “Sir, Lilyanne is disturbing the whole class,” The cheerleader let out innocently and the teacher turned to me with an irritated face that startled me. “No, sir. I just-” I opened my mouth to explain but he cut me off. “Why are you disturbing the classroom on the first day as a transfer student?” He inquired, believing their words and completely ignoring my dirty clothes. "I'm sorry, sir," I began to explain but seeing his biased expression I stayed silent. "Save it for later, Miss Evans," he dismissed and went to the lecture stand. I know that my any attempt to explain would fall on deaf ears. Without a prestigious family background, I have a little chance of gaining sympathy from anyone here. He began his class and I

Lilyanne's pov ; The first day of school had always scared me. And today is my first day at Silver Moon Academy. After picking up my schedule from the principal's office, I slipped out as quietly as I could, trying to make myself invisible in the hallways. This high school is a famous elite school for the werewolf community, and the idea alone of being out here terrifies me.If it weren't for Mom's current partner, Alpha Lucus, I wouldn't even be here. He is well-respected and his influence got me into this school. Still, no amount of influence could change the fact that I'm different. Very different. Unlike everyone else here, I don't have a wolf. Clutching my schedule tightly, I weaved through the crowded hallways while my heart pounded rapidly in my chest. The walls are lined with impressive banners and trophies, showing the school's legacy. I looked around but quickly lowered my face when I heard whispers. I pull my hoodie tighter around my face in hopes that it will shield m