A Summer To Remember Book Novels & Stories

Merina MacGregor, now going by the name Summer McNeil, sat eating lunch with her friend, Ana Davies. They knew each other from boarding school. Since then, they’d confided everything in each other. Summer glared at her food as she stabbed her salad. She brushed her short, dark hair away from her cheek. “I don’t recognize him anymore. He’s not the guy I remember. He’s a complete asshat for a boss. It’s been a week, and he’s a slave driver.”

Hello readers! ☺️ Don't panic! Sorry for the break in this chapter. Before you ask yourself how you got here, relax, you're still reading, 'A Marriage Deal To Remember'. This is a subtle twist that you should put in mind so anytime you see 'Third Person Pov', don't panic. You haven't been teleported into another story. Just read, remember details, and enjoy. I hope you care about the characters as much as I do.☺️

“If you want to stay here and wait for the cops to come to find you, that’s fine. I love you, Liz, but I am not going to become the number one suspect for murder. Because that is what we are right now. So, either you come with me now or I am leaving here without you.” For the first time in over two minutes, Liz met Colleen’s horrified gaze. “Come see this,” she said softly. Colleen crossed the room to stand beside Liz. What they gawked at was the very thing they believed would change their lives. Camilla was sending an acceptance email to the five participants she had chosen for the biennial Detroit Entrepreneurship Summer Camp. What Colleen failed to notice was that the mail had not been se

I loved to eat and believed my past must have been happy because, in my mind, I could still see myself catching shrimp and fish in the river. It was all so beautiful. Still, I could never understand why I hated the Zeller family so much. Three years later, I finally found the answer. While visiting a small tourist town, I came across a vast stretch of cornfields. A sharp pain pierced my head, and cold sweat ran down my back. I stood frozen, staring at the cornfield as memories crashed over me in a wave of chaos and pain. “Bunny girl, bunny girl, dragging her hair through the dirt.”

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

Then he looked at his Dad “D-dad.” “Thank God you remember me.” “Kuya. What about me?” This time it was Gravity “Gravity.” He called “W-What happened to me? why is that, why do I remember so little. I can't remember everything?” I cried, he can’t remember. He can only remember little “Kuya do you remember her?” Gravity pointed me to his brother “Answer me!” “Don’t shout Grav..” I said “I-I don't I’m sorry... who are you?” He looked at me

"Memories from a realm you do not belong to are not yours. Every adventure you seek in the new world won't be in your possession once you go back to your world." Did this mean if time travel existed and that if she took part in it, she wouldn't remember anything from the new world? Like she would lose her memories? Thalia doubted it. She flipped through the book, inspecting it more cautiously. She wasn't exactly a superstitious person in any way, so there was no way all this was real. Shrugging her shoulders, she searched for a pen in her bag and recited the popular saying under her breath, "There's no harm in trying…"

I chirped in awe. My heart melted at his sweet gesture and I wanted to throw myself into his arms. The fact that he remembered everything I'd ordered that day was really impressive and it spoke volumes about how caring he could be. So far, so good, this trip had been better than I had expected. And I was secretly thanking Eric for dragging me here. I hadn't had this much fun in my entire life.

"We're the Sullivans, and one of us might marry Summer someday. You’d better watch out, or you might lose your jobs!" I heard him and laughed, but I was really mad. "Acting all high and mighty in front of my hospital room? I don't even know you guys. Why would I marry any one of you?" Nelson ran up to me, trying to grab my hand, but I pulled away. His eyes were red, as if he had been crying a lot. "Summer, I talked to the doctor. He said you might have lost your memory because of the surgery. "It's okay. If you forgot us, we'll make new, happy memories together. It'll be our way of making things right, okay?"

The Sicily’s sun rose as it always did, shining over the garden of the Corleone family’s mansion and over the swing… now overgrown with wildflowers, covering the blood Lisa once spilled there. As if nothing ever happened. As if no one ever lived here, loved here, died here. Only the sea breeze remembers. It remembers a woman in a white dress, who died before she could say “I do.” It remembers a man named Ron Corleone, who spent the rest of his life regretting not having said “I love you” sooner. The dead had no memories. There was only eternal silence.