All Summer Long Novel Novels & Stories

--- The summer came, and with it, the longest day. Solenne had finished the second volume—the story of the school, of Winter's keepership, of Iriel and Kaelen and Ash. She had written about the gold flowers spreading to every province, about the watcher's attention reaching the sea, about the fifth bloom at the relay site.

“The master is waiting for you.” Samson turned to glance at the bloody towel on the ground again without being aware of it, and for some reason, he felt a pang in his heart. ‘Sum... ‘It’s snowing. ‘It’s snowing in Sea City.’ Summer was born in Country M, and she had never seen the snow in Sea City. Summer had always wanted to witness this scene, and it pained Samson to be standing amid the snow right now. It was snowing very heavily, and the snow lasted all night.

With light through the cracks. The house held them. Not as prisoners. As keepers. Of stories. Of love. Of time that refused to expire. Seasons turned. Summer brought heat that made the stones shimmer. Autumn painted the garden gold and crimson. Winter returned with snow that stayed longer this time. Spring followed. They grew slower. Hands steadier in tenderness. Eyes softer. The notebook filled. Page after page. They wrote about small miracles. A gull that landed on the terrace railing and stayed for an hour.

Ryker explained. “Look at the size of this place. It’s the size of a city library. It’s going to take forever to find what we’re looking for.” Enzo said. “I know. But this is our best chance. So, let’s just dive in.” Ryker said, grabbing a book of his own and sitting at a desk to read it. “Why the hell would Summer go in there alone?” Enzo asked softly, looking through his book. “It’s what she does. If she has a plan and doesn’t want anyone else to get hurt. Then she’ll take it all on by herself. She’ll try and kill Lilith on her own from the inside.” I explained.

I managed to get my signed copy of the book and when I went to take a picture of it with my phone I had a call from Summer. I went outside so I would be able to hear her from all the noise outside. As soon as I answered I heard her panicked voice. "Autumn." Something was off. "Summer are you ok?" I asked frantically "Something is not right with this guy Autumn. We met at the restaurant and everything was fine then he asked me if I wanted to go see this new art exhibit and I said yes. But this place is strange Autumn, I just left at the back door... Aaaaaahh!!!"

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

The wind hovered against the towering mansion, rattling the windows as dark clouds gathered above Hollywood, the grand estate of the Earnshaw family . It was a dreary November afternoon and it was also winter time which made the sprawling house seem even more colder and suffocating. Inside the common room was a thirteen years old girl named Anna. She sat curled in a corner, her hand pressed against the armrest of an old leather couch. The book in her hand, a romance novel, was the only escape she had from the cold, suffocating reality of her existence . The warm cold glow of the atmosphere did little to ease the chill that had settled in her bones over the years. She had learne

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.