Best Summer Ever Novels & Stories

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

I hear shuffling then I hear my dad’s voice, “My princess, I know you might be angry with me because I am sending you on this trip, but we really need this Catalina, it’s a fresh, new company and its really promising, we are sure to make millions over the years I just hope you come back with good news, congratulations my dear, you always make me proud, I love you my princess, say hello to Anna for me,” “Love you too dad, bye Dad,” “bye princess, see you soon,” he says, then ends the call.

My heart was racing very fast. “We welcome you all to the fifth edition of Summer Royal Academy,” a man came up on stage with the speech he started from the office beside the stage. “You all know the reason you’re here. The twenty-five packs of the kingdom hold a quinquennial training of its princes, who will not only lead their pack to greatness, but also the kingdom to unity and positive advancement. Everything here is important, including your relationship with one another, and you're advised to treat it as such. The kingdom of Achaia is depending on you.” Everyone in the hall clapped energetically as the man finished his speech. “How about we begin with an introduction?” The man said, “L

Ethan Grant stepped out. I had seen the Mayor's grandson before, but always from a safe distance, a figure moving through the house like sunlight. He was tall, perfectly sculpted, moving with devastating, effortless grace. He was the golden boy, the political heir, the one who was supposed to make everything look legitimate.

It’s been five years, yet he still looks uncannily similar to when we were still in our teens. “Why is he here?” I whispered to Maximillian as my gaze remained on the man standing beside my cousin. He was wearing a midnight blue tuxedo suit. The obvious fit is a hint that the suit was tailored to his liking. “Because he’s invited?” said Maximillian in a questioning tone. “That’s Mr. Nicholas Moretti. He is the owner of ELVs apparel, and chains of hotels and restaurants. He’s quite famous among the bachelorettes in the business world. The man had a clean record for dating gossips,” she filled me in like a true gossiper. Though I know she’s only doing her job.

Andrea just got admitted to study business management in Nevada state university and also it's her eighteenth birthday, which was considered the only public holiday for Theresa she doesn't go to her store on her daughter's birthdays. her birthdays is more important than Thanksgiving and July 4. as usual she got her loads of gifts, cake, drinks and pizza while aunt Seara brought food from her diner. Nonna. my mom's godmother gifted me a 24k white gold bracelet and a pair of tear drop earrings, they were eating happily like one big family.

Layla gave Sunny a dirty look as she said, "Seriously, Sunny? We’ve been making out this whole vacation! " Sunny giggled, Yes, we have; it was so much fun!" Layla's brow raised in complete confusion as she said, "Yes, and it means something!" Sunny then tucked her hair behind her ear and said, Look, Layla, you're my best friend, and we had a fun summer, but I'm not gay! Everything must go back to normal. "

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

Javier Summers didn’t like this. Not even one bit. He could even consider this as the worst birthday he had ever had. No, he could not blame it on the food being served. They were splendid, cooked, and prepared by the best chefs in the U.S. And he could not fault the decor either, they were exactly how he wanted it: elegant and high class. The band playing the music right now was also giving their best performance so he could not fault that either.

How could I tell him we had built so many sand castles in this beach that I had lost count, or the first time he almost drowned, scaring both my parents and I to death. Once we were done at the beach, we went for an ice cream date. Hope blossomed in my heart when Rowan ordered for the same ice cream he liked as a child: Chocolate ice cream with cake and cashew toppings. It was a weird mixture that only Rowan liked and even now, he still loved it. I chuckled lightly. “You still haven’t changed. You used to order that as a child,” I said. “Oh. Really. It just makes sense than other combinations,” he replied.