Eden Summers Novels & Stories

“You can always come back anytime you’re ready.” Emma pulled away, wiping the brim of her eyes, shaking her head. “I’ll stay home for my family. These twins will be a handful for sure.” She rubbed her baby bump in circles, the sight stretching a smile on my face. “I’m so happy for you, Em.” I clasped my hands together. “Give Mr. Carter a chance, Cali. He’s been bugging me for a meeting with you.” Emma patted my arms. “Why not go on a date with him and try to see where things will go?”

Summers. But since Tyr was seated right at the back, Marcus could not see him at all, and was thus uncertain whether or not Tyr would even show up today. “Jade, might Mr. Summers take a raincheck on this competition today?” he asked. Jade frowned. “Don’t worry. Since he made a promise, he will most certainly fulfill it by showing up.” Right then, a strong, muscular man in his forties, who sat next to Terry, snorted sarcastically. “Who is Mr. Summers anyway? I bet he’s too afraid to show up. It’s better if he doesn’t show up.”

“How are your parents doing, anyway? I feel like it's been an age since I had a good long conversation with your Mom.” “Enjoying retirement,” he replied, shaking his head as they eased onto the road. “For a guy who swore he’d never quit the practice, Dad's sure having a great time without it. They’re home for the rest of the summer before jetting off on a European tour for an entire month. They just got home from Yosemite a few weeks ago.” “Wow. That’s different. They always seemed like such homebodies to me.”

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

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

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

Summer accepted the charm. Mary didn't speak much and always had a smile on her face. She was a truly kind and gentle old lady. "Thank you," Summer said. "It's just a lucky charm. Grandma and I can have the life we're living now because of you. There's no need to thank us. This is something we should be doing," Lindsey said. "How's the job going?" Summer wasn't one for sentimental talk, so she changed the subject. Lindsey quickly said, "Eridanus is absolutely amazing! Everyone there is so kind, even Mr. Simmons, who's supposed to have a bad temper. He always talks about visual optimization with me in such a nice manner."

June felt one growing across her face too as blood rushed to her cheeks. “So last night... we actually..” she started, picking at the leftover eggs on her plate. “Yeah.” He answered, his face softening. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I-I wanted it.” She stuttered out as more blood rushed to her face, causing her to be beet red. “Like I said last night, your first time was supposed to be more..special. So I promise you, June Summerfield, to give you a proper first-time next time.” He said as a half-joke, which earned a small smile from June.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

She's already there, handling his skates. "He is Coach Schmidt. He coaches junior skaters in summer" Everly whispered. "I was informed of a Summer Camp and summer, I don't know how it'll work for you, but you might be included." "A Summer Camp?" "Hm. I heard he rarely takes a foreign skater. If he does, then maybe they are exceptional," she added. "Go and stretch on the side, try to relax your muscles more." It is not a competition nor a local ice show, but the thought of a professional criticizing his every move sounds challenging. He had experienced harsh critiques in ballet, from his novice days till he could perform and hold a role in theater.