Novel & Cerita A Hundred Summers Book

Despite her words, Felicity was still smiling, clearly used to her friends’ questions. Lucy took out the book she’d gotten at Alex’s bookstore. “You have a great selection of old-school romances. I couldn’t believe it when I saw this one on your shelf.” “You were in the store? I must’ve been on break.” Alex took the book and started laughing. “I know this one! The cover is fantastic. Look at the unicorn in the corner. Why the hell is there a unicorn? It’s set in New Orleans in 1885!” “Do you ever need a reason for unicorns?” said Gwen.

Laci watched the others leave her room, the feeling that evil things were once again just beginning making her anxious. The vision, if it truly was one, still echoed in her mind, the screams of both Renny and Rose replaying over and over. Was that the Summerlands she had visited? And if it was, did that mean Renny was dead? Surely, if that was the case, someone would have told her by now. No, Laci would choose to believe that Renny was alive and well, and that there was some other reason she had seen her in the Land of the Dead. Still, there were the screams of the others, the anguish and pain. Tansy said the Summerlands were a place of peace and tranquility, so why did it seem the two women

“Of the White Coven. I have lived for over 3,000 years, and I have been with this coven for 800 of them.” “Why am I here?” “Vampire covens and races are always at war. They are very territorial. Unfortunately, you stumbled right into the middle of it.” “What do you mean?” she asked. “How?” He looked at her, confused. “Don’t you remember?” She stared back, blankly. “Your kill. It ignited all of this.” “Kill?” He slowly shook his head. “So, you don’t remember. Typical. First kills are always that way.” He looked her in the eye. “You killed someone last night. A human. You fed on him. In Carnegie Hall.”

She felt as if she were outside of herself, looking down, and she became more and more confused. She read. And read. And read. Finally, it hit her like a lightning bolt: this book, it was hers. Her journal. The journal of a teenage girl. A story of coming of age. Of going back in time. Of falling in love with a man named Caleb. Of having a daughter named Scarlet. Of becoming a vampire. She wondered if she were losing her mind. Was this some sort of practical joke? Some sort of fantasy she’d had as a young girl? What was it doing here? How did her grandmother have it? And why was she only drawn to open it now, at this time?

Luke's eyes followed me as I walked past him through the door, his arms still crossed. It was beautiful outside. A perfect spring day in the beginning of May. The news ran stories every night about how little snow we had received this year, but it was hard to complain when it was so gorgeous outside. The sky turned bluer every day as the heat of summer approached. Even though it was only May, I was wearing short sleeved shirts. The sun felt deliciously warm on my skin as I leaned up against the railing and looked out at the pine trees. This summer was going to be miserable, though. I could already feel the dryness in the air, the grass turning browner instead of greener. I couldn't remember

Nate whispered in my ear looking down at our children. "I love you Nate Viseron." I replied. The end ****Author's Note: I've written a sequel to this book through the perspective of Ember as a teen next. It's titled The Ember In The Dark. You'll get to read about how Rain and Nate managed through school and parenting as well as how her and her 3 mates are doing. Again from the perspective of Ember. Thank you guys so much for reading my book all the way through! I definitely have some editing to do now. I just wanted to get it all written down and completed for you guys. I hope you liked it. Please follow me on I*******m @rae.knight.author.

he said softly, closing the door behind him. I sat up, clutching the blanket to my chest. “It’s nothing serious,” I murmured, my voice hoarse. Lucien’s lips twitched in a faint, humorless smile. “You’re bleeding and pale, Summer. Don’t tell me it’s nothing.” I looked down, my fingers twisting the blanket’s edge. “I don’t even know what’s happening anymore, Lucien,” I whispered. “I was just… trying to survive. And now I’m in a world I don’t understand, people with guns, revenge, secrets. I don’t belong here.”

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.

Memories flooded her head and she decided to sit on the stair for a bit. She closed her eyes and drifted of into nostalgia. It was a bright summer's day when Bobby had mustered up the courage to call her his girlfriend. It was the first week in high school and Summer was the emotional punching bag for many kids. As she sat alone at the table, waiting for Bobby to arrive from the cafeteria, a group of girls grabbed her tray and threw it onto her lap. Summer shrieked but she did not say anything. The girls were mean, cruel and nasty. They said so many ruthless things to her that the tears started to stream down her face.

Summer said, a sly smile crossing her face Hattie barked a laugh “And the once innocent, loving girl finally starts to turn….” “I said enough!” Summer yelled and threw her hands up to lift Hattie into the air and throw her. Hattie went crashing into the tress knocking her unconsciousness. Summer stood there breathless and shocked As her senses returned, she felt the harshness of the rain hitting against her skin. Summer shook violently with the sudden realisation of what she had got herself into. She didn’t look back at Hattie’s unconscious body as she ran away out of the park and into the blackness of night, following her supernatural senses to the perpetrators of the Royal park slaughter