A Hundred Summers Book Novels & Stories

Chapter One - Sylvie Slam! The door to the café bursts open. The cold winter breeze whips through the small shop, rustling the loose strands of my ebony hair. Momentarily distracted, I barely notice the hard wall of a body until it is too late. Crash! The sound of several ceramic mugs shattering against the unforgiving concrete floor jolts me back into awareness. As if making a huge mess wasn't bad enough, the sound echoed throughout the room and now several, if not all, eyes in the café have been drawn to me. As the spilt coffee slowly spreads across the floor, so too does the hot, red flush of embarrassment across my cheeks.

Temi realized there that there were gaps and he had been filling them up by himself to please every single body. ***L*** ***O*** ***V*** ***E*** Esther's phone ringing stopped the music she was listening to which gave her the atmosphere where it was easy to remember childhood memories when things are solemn and one where you daydream of a fairy prince charming because real-life guys are leaving all the sparks behind at only God knows where. She picked up her Iphone 8 from beside her books on her baby pink fluffy looking bed which read ‘Rolape’ She picked up her Iphone 8 from beside her books on her baby pink fluffy looking bed which read 'Rolape'. She removed her black and silv

They were binded by the need to survive. Trisha McLeon had had plans on visiting the library everyday and burying her nose in the olden books that had moulds and mildews hugging their brinks; not because Mrs. Perry had wanted her to, but because she needed something that'll keep her mind of the content of ‘Francis' Journal’. So far, though, she hadn't been able to execute it because of the loads of schoolwork she (and other students as well) had received. That was why on that fine Saturday when even the sun was feeling super lazy and wouldn't stress itself as much as rising over the tall firs that encompassed the school, Trisha was up, dressed in a plain cardigan that was thrice her size, an

I could only hope that she would have settled in again by tonight, because otherwise I would be allowed to sleep on the couch one night again - and it was really uncomfortable. Sighing, I leaned back and opened the completely tattered book again, which I actually already knew by heart. But I wanted to repeat as much as possible today so that I could get off to a good start tomorrow. I ran my finger over the familiar table of contents. Foreword, evolution, instinct, social life, physiology, reproduction, ancestry, stem groups and subspecies. How many times had I made this movement with my finger? I couldn't count it anymore, but it was like a little ritual I had to go through before I could s

"What is it?" "I am heading out. I will take the Gateway to "Summer's Isle" first, then the Gate at "Sleepy Ridge" next. The rest of the way by foot to the Capitol." Melinda said. Tali was to accompany her for the Mental Cultivation help. A little more prep before the Nightmare Manual starts. "Ren said he will meet me there to do the formal words for the wedding itself in a few days."

“You’re just like every other entitled piece of trash.” I downed the rest of my whiskey, the liquid burning a path down my throat. Felix was somewhere on the dance floor, laughing with strangers, living his soft life like the world wasn’t collapsing. I envied him. My thoughts kept circling back to her—Summer’s hollow eyes in the computer lab, the way she pushed everyone away even when she was drowning. “Another one?” the bartender asked. I nodded. Why not? Maybe if I drank enough, I could forget the way her voice cracked when she called me a burden. Or the way she sang with me like our souls recognized each other before her walls slammed back up

“Does it bite?” Steve snorted. “Probably.” They reached a circular antechamber at the end of the hall where a massive tome—several feet tall and wider than a table—sat on a pedestal of smoldering glass. The book was open, its pages turning themselves. Emma stepped forward and placed her hand on the edge of the platform. Immediately, flames curled around her wrist—not burning, but connecting. Visions surged. --- Emma Sees the Past

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

The corners of my lips slowly curled upward. 'June, for the rest of our lives, let's never see each other again.'

I snapped at him, still struggling out of his grasp. “When we come back in a few hours, yes.” “Oh, we’re coming back?” “Why? Did you think I was kidnapping you?” I gave him a look of disbelief. He looked back at me, a little unnerved and maybe embarrassed. “Promise not to run?” I shook my head. “Fine.” So, he was just a stupid boy who’d read too many romantic stories to understand how to talk to American girls. I always hated the stories there that romanticized the most dangerous and creepiest things.