All Summer Long Novel Novels & Stories

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

She disliked such a farewell scene. It was not such a bad idea to make a long journey to go to a beautiful city alone. … Time passed. It was already four years later. It was summer in Nokocola Bay. The sun in July felt like a fireball, beating down its rays to scorch the earth. Nokocola Bay was a coastal city, but this did not lessen the heat in the slightest. Summer walked from the classroom to the office and was already sweating on her back. She used a book in her hand as a fan to cool herself down.

It was so frequent that I even wondered if he was deliberately waiting there, just to catch me. Thanks to Willow, I survived the winter. However, I was greedy. I wanted to live until summer and die under a blazing sun. Whenever I said things like that, Willow would lecture me, her words sharp and unforgiving. If she hadn’t secretly turned away to wipe her tears afterward, she might have sounded more convincing. I’d been given too many painkillers. They barely worked anymore. Sometimes, the pain would keep me awake for days on end; other times, I would fall into a deep, heavy sleep.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.

As a result, she stretched her neck, observing what was happening outside. Some people had just come out of the bookstore. Most of them were children with their parents. They walked hand in hand with cheerful steps and happy faces. Summer secretly felt jealous of them. Moreover, some of the children were wearing the same shirts as their parents. A moment later, no one came out of the building. When the car door opened, Louis got out immediately. Summer followed right behind him. Surprisingly, Summer didn't seem enthusiastic. She just stood there. It was then did Louis put his phone away and asked, "You wanted to go to the bookstore, didn't you?"

In an instant, I was covered in filth. The others frowned and covered their noses in disgust. "Ugh, gross! You're as nasty as you smell," one spat. "Beth, why do we even need to work at her father's factory? Let's find somewhere else to work during the summer. Just look at her. She doesn't seem like someone from a rich family." Hearing that, memories of my father's factory came rushing back. Suddenly, I began to shiver uncontrollably. "But I heard the city's biggest factory belongs to her family," Bethany Reed replied. "The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates."

And my little girl finally knows who I am and I am ashamed that I ignored her to make my own life easier. *** Manzitti *** We pull up outside the packhouse and Delta Billy comes to greet us. Slayne and Ivan call for others to help take the bags and boxes up to my apartment. I collect Summer from the back seat and carry her while I hold Helen’s hand, standing proudly in front of the packhouse. “Welcome home, girls, this is where you belong now.” Summer claps her hands and then tries to get down to explore. I place her on the ground, and she puts her arms up in the air. “BIG”, she shouts, and she is not wrong. The pack house is huge, much bigger than their little house they are used to and fil

Bisola have seen handsome men, but this man is very different from what he had ever seen. In fact Bisola mouth open wide and saliva is gradually falling from her mouth, Bisola begins to imagine herself in a wedding gown with the Handsome Stranger, she imagine herself carrying his baby in his womb, she imagine herself wrap in his arm and on the bed, she imagine herself growing grey hair together with him and surrounded by their Grandchildren.

It has been a whole month since the snow has melted. Summer was slowly approaching. You feel just by the atmosphere outside, the breath of fresh air.The flowers blooming, adding colour to the green grass that has coated the earth. The taste of still waters. Everything was bloomy. And admirable. It has been one month of Elizabeth Pitt staying in the Martin’s Mansion. And in this one month everything changed totally. There was never peace in the glorious Mansion… adding to the fact that the nosy mother in law of Austin was there. With everything going on around him, Austin did not feel like he was living in his house anymore. And there was no peace even in the dining room with Elizabeth compl