A story of chance encounters, whispered confessions, and the way love finds us when we least expect it-"Whispers in the Rain" is a romance that lingers long after the last page
The rain fell in steady sheets, drumming against the city streets and turning the pavement into a mirror of silver light. It was the kind of rain that carried whispers of forgotten stories, that blurred the world just enough to make reality feel like something softer, something more uncertain. Evelyn Carter pulled her coat tighter around her shoulders as she stepped out of the café, her fingers curling around the strap of her leather bag. The scent of fresh coffee and warm pastries lingered in the air behind her, mingling with the crisp scent of rain on concrete.
She had always loved the rain. There was something about the way it softened the edges of the world, making everything feel a little less sharp, a little more dreamlike. But tonight, there was a different kind of energy in the air-something almost expectant, as if the city itself were holding its breath.
That was when she saw him.
Standing at the edge of the sidewalk, just beneath the golden glow of a flickering streetlamp, was a man she had never seen before. Yet, something about him felt oddly familiar, like a half-remembered dream. His dark hair clung to his forehead, damp from the rain, and his sharp features were partially obscured by the high collar of his coat, which he held close against the chill. He wasn't waiting for a cab. He wasn't looking at his phone. He was just standing there, hands shoved deep in his pockets, as if caught in a moment he wasn't ready to leave.
Evelyn hesitated. Normally, she wouldn't have paid much attention to a stranger on the street-especially in a city as big as this-but there was something in his posture, something in the way he looked at the rain, that made her pause. There was a loneliness to him, or maybe a hesitation, as if he were debating whether to step forward or disappear into the night.
A sudden gust of wind sent a spray of raindrops against her face, and before she could stop herself, she spoke.
"You'll catch a cold standing out here like that."
The man turned his head slightly, his gaze locking onto hers. His eyes were dark-too dark to read easily-but they held a quiet intensity, the kind that made her stomach tighten. For a long moment, he simply studied her, as if trying to decide whether to respond.
Then, finally, he said, "I don't mind the rain."
His voice was smooth, but there was something underneath it-something guarded.
Evelyn tilted her head. "Neither do I. But I usually prefer an umbrella."
A small smile ghosted across his lips, so fleeting she almost thought she imagined it. "Do you always talk to strangers on the street?"
She shrugged, shifting her bag to her other shoulder. "Only the ones who look like they have a story to tell."
His expression flickered, just for a second, before he looked away, his gaze fixed on the empty road ahead. "And what makes you think I have a story?"
Evelyn studied him carefully. His coat was expensive but well-worn, the fabric softened at the cuffs. His shoes, though polished, bore faint scuff marks-signs of a man who walked more than he was driven. There was something restless about him, something that suggested he didn't quite belong anywhere.
"Because people don't usually stand in the rain unless they're waiting for something... or running from something," she said.
His jaw tightened. This time, when he looked at her, there was something unreadable in his expression. Then, just as quickly as it had appeared, it was gone.
"Maybe a little of both," he admitted.
Evelyn hesitated. She wasn't sure why she cared, but something about this man made her want to ask more, to pry into the silence between his words. Maybe it was the way he held himself, like someone used to keeping secrets. Maybe it was the way he looked at her-curious, but distant, as if unsure whether he wanted to be known.
She glanced back at the café behind her. The lights inside were warm, casting a golden glow against the rain-soaked sidewalk.
"Well," she said, turning back to him. "If you need a place to wait it out, the café behind me is still open."
The man hesitated, as if weighing the invitation. For a moment, she thought he would refuse, that he would simply disappear into the night like some unfinished story. But then, with a quiet sigh, he stepped forward.
"Alright," he said. "Lead the way."
Evelyn wasn't sure why, but as she pushed open the café door, letting the warmth of the shop wrap around them, she felt it-that strange, inexplicable feeling that this moment, this encounter, was going to change everything.
Plot Summary Evelyn, a woman guarded by past heartbreak, has built a quiet life in a rain-soaked city. She believes love is fleeting-until Adrian reenters her world. Adrian, haunted by loss and afraid of feeling too much, struggles with his own fears of attachment. Their connection begins slowly-shared walks, late-night talks, and fleeting touches that speak louder than words. But just as Evelyn starts to open her heart, her past returns in the form of Daniel, the ex who once shattered her trust. Meanwhile, Adrian wrestles with his fear of losing someone he loves again. When Evelyn and Adrian confront their fears-her fear of abandonment and his fear of vulnerability-they must decide: will they run from love, or finally choose to stay? Amid the endless rain, their whispered confessions and quiet moments lead them to one truth-love isn't about certainty. It's about choosing each other, every day, despite the fear.
Elena and her younger brother Tobias vanish without a trace, only to find themselves trapped in the decaying, nightmarish realm of an ancient witch. The Hollow Mother-an entity of whispers and shadows-hungers for more than just their fear; she wants their souls. As the siblings fight to escape, they uncover the witch's dark history, the twisted magic that binds her, and the terrifying truth-leaving her domain doesn't mean she lets go. Even as they flee back to the real world, Tobias bears a mark, a scar that pulses with something unnatural. The whispers don't stop. The shadows still move. And the witch is never truly gone. A chilling horror story filled with creeping dread, eerie suspense, and the lingering terror of something watching from the dark. Even if you escape... she will always find a way back.
Kallie, a mute who had been ignored by her husband for five years since their wedding, also suffered the loss of her pregnancy due to her cruel mother-in-law. After the divorce, she learned that her ex-husband had quickly gotten engaged to the woman he truly loved. Holding her slightly rounded belly, she realized that he had never really cared for her. Determined, she left him behind, treating him as a stranger. Yet, after she left, he scoured the globe in search of her. When their paths crossed once more, Kallie had already found new happiness. For the first time, he pleaded humbly, "Please don't leave me..."Â But Kallie's response was firm and dismissive, cutting through any lingering ties. "Get lost!"
Janice, the long-forgotten legitimate heiress, made her way back to her family, pouring her heart into winning their hearts. Yet, she had to relinquish her very identity, her academic credentials, and her creative works to her foster sister. In return for her sacrifices, she found no warmth, only deeper neglect. Resolute, Janice vowed to cut off all emotional bonds. Transformed, she now stood as a master of martial arts, adept in eight languages, an esteemed medical expert, and a celebrated designer. With newfound resolve, she declared, "From this day forward, no one in this family shall cross me."
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
Once upon a time, there were two kingdoms once at peace. The kingdom of Salem and the kingdom of Mombana... Until the day, the king of Mombana passed away and a new monarch took over, Prince Cone. Prince Cone, has always been hungry for more power and more and more. After his coronation, he attacked Salem. The attack was so unexpected, Salem never prepared for it. They were caught off guard. The king and Queen was killed, the prince was taken into slavery. The people of Salem that survived the war was enslaved, their land taken from them. Their women were made sex slaves. They lost everything, including their land. Evil befall the land of Salem in form of Prince Cone, and the prince of Salem in his slavery was filled with so much rage. The prince of Salem, Prince Lucien swore revenge. 🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳🌳 Ten years later, thirty-years old Lucien and his people raided a coup and escaped slavery. They went into hiding and recuperated. They trained day and night under the leadership of the fearless and cold Lucien who was driven with everything in him to get back their land, and take Mombana land too. It took them five years before they ambushed and attacked Mombana. They killed Prince Cone and reclaimed everything. As they screamed out their victory, Lucien's eyes found and pinned the proud princess of Mombana. Princess Danika. The daughter of Prince Cone. As Lucien stared at her with the coldest eyes anyone can ever possess, he felt victory for the first time. He walked to the princess with the slave collar he'd won for ten years rattling in his hand as he walked. He reached close to her and with a swift movement, he collared her neck. Then, he tilted her chin up, staring into the bluest eyes and the most beautiful face ever created, he gave her a cold smile. "You are my acquisition. My slave. My sex slave. My property. I will pay you in spades, everything you and your father ever did to me and my people." He stated curtly. Pure hatred, coldness and victory was the only emotion on his face. .
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
Lucia Balstone thought she had chosen the right man to spend the rest of her life with, but he was the one who ended her life. Their ten-year marriage seemed like a joke when her husband stabbed her with a dagger. Fortunately, God is never blind to people's tears. Lucia got a second chance. She was reborn at the age of 22, before all the terrible things had happened. This time, she was determined to avenge herself and let those who hurt her pay! She made an elaborate list of her goals, and the first thing on her list was to marry her ex-husband's enemy, Alonso Callen!