Cruel Summer Novels & Stories

Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.

I shifted back, afraid. “I’m sorry, Summer. But Jake has to move on. It’s not you… It’s him.” A cruel smile twisted her lips. “So this is it.” She gestured to the door like it was a prize. “I’ll give you a chance to escape. If you make it out before I pull the trigger, you’re free to go.” What? Was this for her entertainment? I knew she was delusional, but this? God! There were just no limits to how far this family would go for their own amusement. Their cruelty knew no bounds.

He grabs the beast’s jaw, muscles bulging—and rips the damn thing off. Ma grabs Pop, hauls him to safety. She pauses just long enough to partially heal Alexander, then they both go back in, slicing like demons. More screams. Meredith shouts for Hakeem. Someone else for Hawk. Then—Summer is thrown off the hydra’s neck, flung into the air. Jared and I move too slow. She’s hit by a stream of venom mid-flight. Her scream breaks something in me. By the time I reach her, she’s burned, broken, blistered. Barely breathing. Jared reaches for her.

She managed to send Ava one last, faint voice message, her voice barely a whisper: “Ava… I’m so tired… But I still want to block this last attack for you…” Ava burst onto the hospital rooftop, fighting through the snow, and found Summer unconscious on the ground. A fresh, shallow cut marked her wrist, and the blood bloomed on the white snow like a shocking red flower. Ava collapsed beside her, holding her tightly, weeping uncontrollably. “Summer… I’m so sorry… I’m so sorry…” Her voice was hoarse, tearing her throat, the melting snow and her tears soaking both of them.

Makahi said, wrapping his arms around her pulling her into his arms as she began to cry. He picked her up and bruin and some of the other warriors raced over to check to see if Summer able to speak. “Summer can you hear me? Wake up, can you hear me? Summer?” Bruin yelled desperately. Summer turned her head towards bruin, unable to open her eyes because they were swollen closed. “Summer where is my pup? Where did you leave him?” Bruin asked his voice filled with emotion. Summer laughed and coughed up blood. “He’s my son not yours. You will never get your hands on my son with your weak status. my son is an alpha and should be raised by an alpha, not some low-level warrior.” Summer said between

34 - Crawl to Me Damon My hands clenched as Summer slowly kneeled on the carpet. She looked hot as fuck in the tiny maid costume. She didn’t even need to wear it. She was practically naked. Her breathing increased when I stayed silent, anticipating what I’d say next. “Come here,” I said, eyeing her perfect tits. She went to stand up, but I interrupted her, “I did not give you permission to stand.” She kneeled again, her wide eyes on me as I said, “Crawl to me.”

Rain ordered with an unusual voice, this time her voice is giving me goosebumps. I look at her and her eyes we're dead, there's no emotion and the look on her face turned into someone who's ready to kill. My attention went back on Camillo, he gulps as he put his gun down and he raised his hands to surrender. "Now, be a good old man and go find some other that has a great amount of bounty than mine," Summer said. Her expression went back to the way it was. Camillo walks away, fuming mad. I look at Summer.

"We must reveal the cause and reestablish the brilliant adjust." Birch's eyes checked the obscuring sky, looking for any signs of the drawing closer danger. "We must act quickly to ensure the charm of Crystal Springs." Following the foreboding vibrations, we traveled to the heart of the springs, where we went up against the Corrupt of Lack of clarity. This malicious drive reveled in contaminating the unadulterated waters with haziness and covering Crystal Springs in an ghostly anguish. The Pollute of Obscurity's voice was a frequenting whisper because it gloated in its control to sow obscurity. "I flourish on the lack of definition inside these waters, and I accept that by dividing them into

Lucian If the devil was incarnated, it would be me. There was no one more deadlier than me... Well, my father was deadlier than me before he died. I'm way different from my father now that I've grew in so many ways. My name is Lucian Van Othello, the ruthless and cruel Alpha of the Black Blood Pack. I'm hot, handsome, sexy and has what all girls love the most, a huge dick for them to ride.

Then Summer, wearing a yellow dress and holding her favorite sketchbook. When she saw Justin, she smiled wide. “Hi!” she said brightly. “Hi, Summer,” he replied, voice cracking. She ran to him and hugged him tightly. And he—he broke down. He held her like someone who’d lost the sun and finally felt warmth again. Cassandra sat across from me and watched silently. “I didn’t think he’d cry,” she said softly. “He needed this more than he admitted.” “I think I did, too.” We watched as Summer showed him her sketches. A whale, a rocket, a girl with a sword.