A Hundred Summers Book Novels & Stories

Seems like they want to make fun of me so I decided to finish my coffee faster and ask them to our first destination. The Family History Library. You see why I am in this place called Las Vegas? Because once upon a time, when I am so desperate to see Arianne and was in a very broken state because of her betrayal, I acted impulsive and reckless. I get to be with a girl I never know that much, fucked her all day and marry her at nightime.

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

The day our family went on vacation to an island resort, my younger sister, Alana Fisher, climbed over a safety railing to get the perfect photo. She lost her footing and, in her panic, dragged me into the ocean with her. The rescue crew was about to pull me out first since I was closer when Mom suddenly took a yellowed paper coupon from her wallet and tossed it toward me. "Corinne, let Alana get on the rescue boat first! This is the last thing your father and I will ever ask you to grant!" When I was seven, I couldn't afford birthday presents for my parents, so I drew a hundred wish coupons by hand. Each one read: [Redeem this coupon for one wish. Corinne has to say yes, no matter what.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

“Waah~ they’re really working hard in this cold.” “Really! If it were me I would collapse in an instant.” “My bones ache when it’s cold. Is it a sign of my impending aging?” “You’re sixteen.” “Tell that to my bones.” Murmurs began to circulate and Ren lit up before him. ‘Woah! Woah! That looks cool!!!’ He rushes to the entrance, he almost tripped but good thing he didn’t. The seats were almost full of spectators. His eyes shine like ever. ‘They’re so popular!’

I said while rubbing my forehead. “Oh nice…” She said. “Yeah, um I called you because I saw a book in your library and I think I need that. Now of course I won’t be able to come to Summersville but do you have any idea if I can get that book’s copy here somewhere, I mean in Herington…?” I asked her hesitantly. “Yeah, what book was it? Name?” She asked me. “Ah it was titled as Werewolves…” I said and gulped while there was a slight pause after that.

It’s hard to get diagnosed, especially as a woman. Not everyone knows this but the first chapter, the prologue, of this book is the fourth draft. It was going to be completely different with her dealing with her ADHD but I started it all over again because Summer Hayes is a brilliant, strong person whose story doesn’t need to revolve around accepting ADHD. She is not her ADHD and I’m not my ADHD. I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading Summer and Damon’s story. Even though I struggled writing it in the beginning, I love this couple.

She does and of course, an eight. “First of all, how old was I?” I scoff. “You are a horny little degenerate.” I repeat her words from earlier. “You were eighteen.” “Like the stroke of midnight on my birthday, eighteen? Or like eighteen and nine months.” I cock my head to the side. “You want to hear the story?” She giggles and nods her head. “It was the summer after your freshman year of college and there was a bunch of you in the backyard at the pool and...you were wearing this black bathing suit that...God, it should have been illegal. It showed entirely too much of your ass. But I didn’t notice.” I shake my head remembering the moment she went from Avery Summers, the girl that lived next

Lindsey said and quickly gulped down all five shots all at once. "Hope there isn't any problem?" Lindsey turned towards the voice and meet a dark muscular man standing in front of her. He had a moustache which Lindsey thought was cute and his perfume was very strong and had a nice fragrance "Why? can't a lady drink anymore?" Lindsey asked staring at him. Williams' lips twitched in a smile as he walked towards the empty seat close to her. He sat down before turning to answer her question "I never said so, just that it's not every day you see a pretty damsel sitting at a bat counter alone and taking five shots of tequila all at once, I almost thought you were in a drinking competition" William