Best Summer Novels & Stories

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

Brook replied. “I’ll meet him at the training place then. My time is very precious and I don’t like to waste it. It was lovely seeing you, Summer. Have a nice day,” she beamed before she strolled out of the house in her six-inch heels. “She reminds me of a movie star,” Brook said. “I thought she looked like a model, but I guess a movie star works too,” I commented. Brook giggled. “Oh, Summer, not that type of movie star.”

I can't imagine what had happened to her. As we drive from the neighborhood, we watch neighbors decorate their house for the upcoming holiday. A sigh of relief escapes me and I lean back in my seat to prop my feet out the window. Finally, we’re getting away. Those extra hours Jim and I put in over the summer really paid off. We knew that when everybody came back from summer vacation, we would have no problem getting away for the Fall, the best time of the year. Cooler temperatures, changing leaves and being one with nature.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

Summer said while smiling at me. I just smiled. "Thanks." Summer is actually quite nicer than Winter. I just don't know why it seems like Winter hates her so much.

Final chapter July equals sunny days, summer fascinates me, especially if it is a solstice in New York. This day is nothing short of beautiful and perfect for going out there. Central Park is ideal to go these months. Since I have finished doing my work, I can take advantage of the rest of the day.

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

It was, like most human things, something in between. July arrived and with it the particular quality of a settled summer — not the tentative warmth of June, which still carried traces of spring's uncertainty, but the full committed heat of a city in summer that had stopped apologizing for itself. Aria liked this quality of July. She liked the commitment of it, the way it made no promises about cooling and instead simply was what it was.

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?

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.