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.
Charlee was left at the altar and became a laughingstock. She tried to keep her head high, but ultimately lost it when she received a sex tape of her fiance and her half-sister. Devastated, she ended up spending a wild night with a hot stranger. It was supposed to be one-time thing, but he kept popping up, helping her with projects and revenge, all while flirting with her constantly. Charlee soon realized that it was nice having him around, until her ex suddenly appeared at her door, begging for another chance. Her tycoon lover asked, “Who will you choose? Think carefully before you answer.”
"Ahh!" She was in a moaning mess. She did not want to feel anything for this man. She hated him. His hands began to move all over her body. She gasped when he pulled down the back chain of her dress. The chain stopped at her lower waist, so when he zipped it off, her upper back and waist were exposed. "D-Don't touch m-ummm!" His fingers rolled around her bare back, and she pressed her head against the pillow. His touches were giving her goosebumps all over her body. With a deep angry voice, he whispered in her ear, "I am going to make you forget his touches, kisses, and everything. Every time you touch another man, you will only think of me." - - - Ava Adler was a nerdy omega. People bullied her because they thought she was ugly and unattractive. But Ava secretly loved the bad boy, Ian Dawson. He was the future Alpha of the Mystic Shadow Pack. However, he doesn't give a damn about rules and laws, as he only likes to play around with girls. Ava was unaware of Ian's arrogance until her fate intertwined with his. He neglected her and hurt her deeply. What would happen when Ava turned out to be a beautiful girl who could win over any boy, and Ian looked back and regretted his decisions? What if she had a secret identity that she had yet to discover? What if the tables turned and Ian begged her not to leave him?
As a simple assistant, messaging the CEO in the dead of night to request shares of adult films was a bold move. Bethany, unsurprisingly, didn't receive any films. However, the CEO responded that, while he had no films to share, he could offer a live demonstration. After a night filled with passion, Bethany was certain she'd lose her job. But instead, her boss proposed, "Marry me. Please consider it." "Mr. Bates, you're kidding me, right?"
Belinda thought after divorce, they would part ways for good - he could live his life on his own terms, while she could indulge in the rest of hers. However, fate had other plans in store. "My darling, I was wrong. Would you please come back to me?" The man, whom she once loved deeply, lowered his once proud head humbly. "I beg you to return to me." Belinda coldly pushed away the bouquet of flowers he had offered her and coolly replied, "It's too late. The bridge has been burned, and the ashes have long since scattered to the wind!"
Maria took her sister’s place and was engaged to Anthony, a disabled man who had lost his status as the family heir. At first, they were just a nominal couple. However, things changed when things about Maria were gradually exposed. It turned out she was a professional hacker, a mysterious composer, and the sole successor to an international jade sculpting master… The more that was revealed about her, the less Anthony could rest easy. A famous singer, an award-winning actor, an heir of a rich family—so many excellent men were chasing after his fiancee, Maria. What should Anthony do?
For three years, Shane and Yvonne were wed, sharing heated nights, while his devotion clung to his ex. Yvonne strove to be a dutiful wife, yet their marriage felt hollow, built on desire rather than real warmth. All changed when she became pregnant, only for Shane to thrust her onto the operating table, warning, “Either you or the baby survives!” Broken by his cruelty, she vanished in grief and later returned, radiantly accomplished, leaving everyone awestruck. Haunted by remorse, Shane begged for another chance, but Yvonne only smiled and replied, “I’m sorry, men no longer interest me.”