Romans & histoires A Hundred Summers Book

"We can go after we celebrate their engagement." "Then will you wear a Slytherin uniform I brought for you for this trip?" I shift in my seat and peek over. "You brought a Harry Potter costume for this trip." "What? I brought my Gryffindor uniform. We are going to act a forbidden romance between the two houses." "Oh gross," Liam gagged next to him, making Lily giggle. "No one wants to hear that, bro." "Sometimes I feel like Mom had dropped him secretly without Dad and I noticing," Rex whispers, making me laugh.

Her dead body could not be found. “We’re going to the SN flagship store at Thousand Cities Square.” Summer was kidnapped in Country M, so why did her pendant show up here in this country? “Alright, young master.” ….. In Summer’s rented place. Summer washed herself up for a bit. She turned on the faucet of the shower and cleaned herself even though the water was not very warm. There was a huge pain in her head because of the impact, and her forehead was swollen red. There were multiple blisters on the back of her hands because the young hooligans bullied her and injured her with their cigarette butts. When the water touched those blisters, the burning pain made Summer quiver.

And find out if there was any way to fix it. As she drove, Caitlin thought again of the rare books she had found in her library. Most of all, she that of that one rare volume, and its torn page. She thought of its ancient ceremony, the one in Latin, with its cure for vampirism. She wondered again if it was real. Was that just passed down from folklore? An old wives’ tale?

Not really. Hannah turned to look at her as Summer took a sip of water, realising just then how parched her throat was. “You were quite lucky though, he usually doesn’t spare these mistakes.” She huffed out a laugh and said, “But that collision. Dayum, it felt like a scene straight out of rom-com.” Summer could just offer an answering smile because she never got to taste the simple privileges of a teenager, such as watching movies, hanging out with friends, or going out with someone. Until 15 she was too busy hiding her scars from her classmates. She was a freak in the school, a loner. But the day she turned 16 was the day she had started getting those dreams. Dreams that could be called nig

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.

The only thing on Summers Hartley’s mind was revenge. Being a half-breed, she was born extremely weak and completely incapable of protecting herself or anyone, and that cost her. Her family was slaughtered, and her pack was reduced to ashes. As the Alpha heir to Silverguard pack, she swore to destroy the monsters responsible: the Bloodmoon pack. When the perfect chance for revenge arrives, she hides behind a new identity as the dying Alpha’s personal healer and enters the Bloodmoon pack. Every day she heals the pack, she has promised to destroy. Sworn to pay back the same hand, her mission is simple: poison the Alpha who murdered her people and, together with her uncle, destroy eve

"Or you won't get your own book." In the past, my aunt found out that someone was writing a book about her but now it's finished and well, Summer wishes that the same person who we call 'the writer' is writing a book about her too. "Don't jinx this for me, Bella. This could be my book right now, this moment could be one of the chapters. I just feel it." She explains with happiness written on her face. "I can't wait for who I will be mated to."

I wonder out loud, obviously displeased. "Unfortunately son, he wants you to bear the burden of marrying his daughter Hannah." The minute she voices out the name Hannah, I cringe in disgust. Hannah Lucia Garrison is nothing but a waste of space on earth. She's a complete dumbo with nothing but bazillion specs of dust living in that place she calls a brain. Unfortunately we went out back in eighth grade but that was definitely when my hormones still had developmental issues. I'll admit that yes she's pretty, hot model, tall with purple hair or sometimes red that made her look normal but she was definitely not normal. She's absolutely crazy.

Aside from a strong sense of smell, pure blood werewolves; even most half bloods, had sensitive hearing. Ten minutes through the forest, I heard some whispers further down to my right. I went left and kept turning my head to check if someone caught sight of me. Another fifteen minutes passed with no alarms, by that time, I was sweating in spite of the harsh cold. I was far higher up, when I looked back down I could see the lights of the patrol too far to hear me run or smell me. I took off running without a second glance. It felt so damn good to run. I felt like I was a trapped animal that finally broke his cage door open and fled.

It was Claire’s first time at Wooden Perch Summer Camp—thanks to her best friend’s endless yapping about it. After much convincing, her dad finally allowed her to go.But Claire was about to experience the craziest summer of her life… ****************************************** If hell had a summer camp, it would be this. Wooden Perch was packed. Not just with campers, but with testosterone, sweat, and boys who looked like they walked straight out of a Men’s Health cover shoot.