Cruel Summer Novels & Stories

"Who said this would be easy? The queen was clearly pleased with him yesterday, and today he's dead. He didn't even last twenty-four hours. She's so brutal—how are we supposed to win her over?" "It's impossible. We'll never make it back home. We might as well wait here to die!" Only I remained as calm as before, replaying everything that had happened the day before. The company had organized an overseas trip. Then the plane crashed. When we opened our eyes again, we had all transmigrated into a novel as challengers. Our target was the story's female lead—the Queen Rara McKayla. She ruled the world, peerlessly beautiful, yet notoriously mercurial. History recorded countless examples of her cr

Crew’s Pov I watched Summer walk away. Objectively that scene was funny. I wasn't going to say that out loud but it was objectively funny. Summer Winters, who couldn't stand up for herself, is doing so now. Cute was not a word I was going to use. But, cute. I looked at Brianna. Brianna was red. Not embarrassed red, the furious red, the kind that started at her neck and moved upward, and she was staring at the direction Summer had gone with her hands clenched and her whole body coiled around something she hadn't been able to release.

The return to Moscow was a journey through a frozen silence. The Iron Vanguard’s extraction craft hummed with a low, funeral vibration as we pierced the thick Russian cloud cover. Inside the cabin, the air was heavy with the scent of salt, burnt ozone, and the peculiar, stabilizing warmth that radiated from Julian.

"Alexander!" I turned to see Summer standing in the doorway, her golden eyes wide with shock. The sight of her—alive, strong, her wolf's energy radiating around her—momentarily overwhelmed everything else. "Summer," I breathed. "You're awake. Your wolf..." "Are you alright?" she asked, rushing forward, her eyes taking in the blood and Isabelle's lifeless form. "What happened here?" “Isabelle killed herself.” *** Summer's POV I stood frozen in the doorway, my wolf Nova pacing anxiously within me as the metallic scent of blood filled the warehouse.

A table had been smashed to splinters, chairs overturned, curtains shredded. On the wall, smeared in crimson, two words stared back at me: FUCK YOU. My jaw clenched. Anger roared up through me, but underneath it, a different heat stirred; a pulse of arousal, the thrill of knowing I had to hunt her down. Talia didn’t know what she’d unleashed. She had just woken the beast I had spent years trying to bury, the ruthless part of every alpha. I smiled.

Summer The moment I saw the men, I froze. My eyes locked with theirs, and fear wrapped itself around my heart so tightly that I could barely breathe. There was something terrifying about the way they looked. Their faces held no trace of kindness or humanity. They looked like predators that had finally cornered their prey, and I was that prey.

Isabella’s POV I can’t believe we slept off. It’s so peaceful and quiet here unlike the city. I look for my little travel size hand bag, I had carried a couple of swimsuits, a summer dress and other essentials before coming here we’re going back into the city early in the morning. It’s 2.am now Carter is sleeping peacefully beside me, I unwrap his arm carefully from around me and hop out of bed noticing my bag at the end of the room. I riffle through the bag and grab a little summer dress putting it on before leaving the room.

Always laughing, always teaching new morals to the boy and always making sure we were safe and sound at the end of the day. Summer was also the season when Rain got a girlfriend. Now 14, the hormones were beginning to set in; he was growing fast, his voice was beginning to change and he began to develop an interest in girls. Everywhere he went, he had an eye on the ladies around him. He was a real charmer, much like myself. He was a smooth talker and often for his way with everything and everyone. This got him into trouble sometimes.

Could Summer make it home, pack, and reach the airport on time without Gabriella? The woman didn’t work unless she pretended to assist her daddy. She called her father, daddy, in a little girl’s voice. This made Summer shudder in disgust. Gabriella was a dark-skinned beauty. Summer admits Gabriella could have modeled. Unlike Summer, who still could be mistaken for a boy from the wrong angle.

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.