A Hundred Summers Book Novels & Stories

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]

Birch than he seemed! - Serenity and Lisa ran into Summer when they were visiting Mrs. Wells. After leaving Clara's store, the trio left and gathered at a restaurant nearby. It was Lisa's first time meeting Summer, but she had heard of Summer's stories from Serenity and Clara and had always admired her. Summer had won the fight and survived under such cruel treatment. It must have taken all her willpower to remain sane in such conditions. She did not commit suicide or let those who harmed her drive her into madness.

Sarah That’s it. I was dead. In a matter of minutes, I think I’d experienced every emotion possible. I’d gone from lonely, to horny, to happy, to hurt, to euphoric and now…dread. I’d done it again. This time I couldn’t say I was seduced. I’d asked for it, begged for it. And Oliver delivered. Oh God, did he deliver. He gave my body exactly what it was craving and more. He made me feel safe and cherished, like a precious doll.

My bedroom was messed up and I couldn't think straight when everything was trashy around me. Colliding on a comfortable couch, l opened up the book and began reading it. The pages were coming to my hand as the glue wasn't that strong but either way, Bane did a good job fixing it. The writing inside the book were mainly stories, non-fiction, about the horrible events that happened in the eighteenth century. "Is written by someone from the Redwood bloodline," I mumbled as Isreal’s shadow appeared at the corner of my eyes. "Do you know him? Simon don?"

I did a little twirl in the middle of the room and started combing the bookshelves to see what treasures I could find. I was just too excited to have found this place. I came across a smaller leather-bound book that had a weird symbol on the front and when I opened it, I realized that it was a history of the Hunter's. I decided to keep that book just in case I needed it. I was totally in my own world when I felt someone’s arms go around me and breath in my ear. "I see you found my favorite place in the house." My body shivered at the contact. I thought that I was going to melt into a puddle right then and there.

Overcome with longing, Ethan slowly lifted his hand and lightly brushed his fingers against it. The evening cicadas buzzed through the cemetery when a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. “Your eyes are beautiful.” The figure in the photograph merged with a memory of a little girl falling. Leaning against the cold tombstone, Ethan felt a strange mix of sorrow and calm. “We had crossed paths so early on,” he murmured. Around midnight, a sudden thunderstorm broke out. He held the avalanche roses close, guarding them as if they were me. In his mind, he saw my pale fingers brushing past the flowers. He let out a bitter laugh. The Ethan who had lost his memory was a coward for choosing to run after

I mumbled while I began to do the chants. " Er, Rakim cerium um Domini Astek is!" I hum it through my Latin chants. After summoning the pathway of my native land, the Cana mountain, a rounded sphere like circling air began to appear in the atmosphere. I hop inside and I was succeeded in using my witch power after twenty years of keeping them. At last, I'm back. I missed my hometown and I missed my happy family when dad was still alive and Freya hasn't yet made an attempt to visit the mortal world.

In my defense, I had been distracted and was running late. However, I guess that wasn’t a good enough excuse, especially since I refused to tell them what had distracted me. I liked boys, of course, I did! But what I didn’t like was the hot-headed Alphas thinking they could corner me and put their hands on me whenever they wanted to. Like that idiot, Summer’s from a western pack did. Thinking he was all badass and shit and was going to make me submit. HA! What a laugh!