Dream About Summer Novels & Stories

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.

Bethany's expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical. Though it was the height of summer, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather's sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.

My thought had reached the point where I knew that I had to do something about it if not it would do something to me. "Why did I have such a weird dream?" I pondered in my mind. I wasn't the type to dream much, much less to dream about Jamal. As I walked subconsciously towards the journalism department building, thoughts flashed through my mind. Thoughts of the Jamal's kids. I remembered the look on Summer's face as her brother took her away from our table. "Stop thinking Methis! It's not your business," I muttered shaking my head as if trying to shake the thoughts off.

A smile crossed her lips, the details flowing and coming together in her head. “And what about timing? Before or after baby?” “Oh, this summer, for sure. If I could make that happen, call everyone home, get all our friends and Jacob’s family over here… Ugh! That would be absolute perfection!” The dreamy look on Jessie’s face was almost too much and Aiden couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. She looked between Jessie and Jacob then. “Both of you on the same page with this? For real, real?” When they both exchanged a look and nodded, Aiden couldn’t help the grin that crossed her lips. “Well then. Consider it done.”

When Summer realized she was not getting any reply, she turned towards Amira who was lost in thoughts. "Tch! I am busy helping her and here she is daydreaming. Sigh, do much for being a caring friend. What will I not suffer for being a loving friend?" "Amira!!!" Summer yelled which jolted her out of her thoughts. "What? What happened? Why are you screaming?" Amira questioned looking around to see if there was something or someone that was making Summer scream. "I am giving you important information and you are daydreaming? How dare you do that?"

Summer drones on for the millionth time. ‘Making them share me isn’t fair, Summer!” The argument flowing like a memorized script. “They need to focus on finding their mates.” If the thought of having one make me feverish, the thought of them mated to others makes my soul die. She goes silent, instead using her favorite tactic, sending me images I shouldn’t think about. Twisting onto my stomach, I bury my face in a pillow, screaming out my frustrations. My hand searches blindly for my phone, finding it buried beneath the sheets. I use my elbows to lift myself upwards. Without thinking, my fingers scroll through to find my photo album.

Part 4: Midsummer Dreams Summer Holiday tossed and turned in the middle of a dream that had visited on and off her whole life. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want it to end. The sand was warm beneath her feet and the surf lapped softly against the shore. No one else was around, just the two of them. The handsome, golden-haired man gazed at her with his midnight-blue eyes. He reached for her and she walked into his arms. He was mostly naked, a pair of cut-off jeans his only covering. She had on a sundress, with a bikini underneath. This part of the dream was the same, had been since she could remember. As she'd gotten older though, it had grown more and more explicit. Now, sometime

Summer nodded, her thoughts still reeling from the evening's events. As they strolled through the quiet corridors, Dominic asked, "Are you okay?" Summer's gaze met his, searching. "What the moon goddess priestess said...about me being the former priestess...is it true?" Dominic's expression turned reassuring. "No, Summer. It's just an old legend. Don't pay attention to it." But Summer's mind was already racing. The dreams she'd been having – visions of herself in a cave, surrounded by ancient symbols – lingered, refusing to be dismissed.

Minerva avowed, a smirk forming on her lips as she closed her eyes and everywhere suddenly became darkened. "Oh no she's transforming, don't let her finish the transformation, attack!" The vampire yelled as the air seemed to seize and the army charged towards the couple . . . "No!" Summer yelled waking up from her nightmare while sweating profusely and her heart was beating faster than normal in her chest. Who were those people? Why was she having a dream about them? And those creatures, what were they? How was she in any way related to any of this? Summer asked herself, her heart beat slowly became normal again.

He doesn't want to be judgemental, but a few of them might be delinquent from appearance. He took the liberty to watch from above, his mind wandering who those new faces were around. He hasn't gone outside in a while, the community lacks children playing outside and the nearest park is across the highway he doesn't have a heart to take a leap into. "Don't you think the coach is working us out early? Tomorrow's the practice match and this is a 3-week training camp." "I'll be skin and bones if we continue to run in this humidity." "I never liked Summer."