Eden Summers Novels & Stories

August 15th (Saturday) Finn came by to visit James, Sunny, and, of course, sweet Mrs. Sweeney. James happened to have a bad summer cold. He kept coughing and sneezing as his mother looked at him and said, "Boy! That awful cold better be gone before the trip, and I sure hope I don’t catch it! " Finn then looked at Mrs. Sweeney as he asked, "When are you guys going?" “And for how long? “

“Are you interested in some props for the Last Day of Summer Fest? We offer free juice and photos on the side.” “When is the day?" “Pardon?” Valentina looked over at her like she was staring at a grade two child. “When is the fest?” Colleen had no idea so she looked to Tobias for help and thankfully, he answered. “21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?”

We were just outside the conference room when a voice called out. “Alpha Orion?” I turned, my brows furrowing as I took in the man standing a few feet away. He was tall, broad-shouldered, with the same commanding aura I recognized in seasoned Alphas. Something about him felt familiar, yet distant—like a name I should know but couldn’t quite recall. He smirked slightly. “You don’t remember me, do you?” I squared my shoulders. “And you are?” “Draven,” he said smoothly. “Alpha Draven. Alpha of Emberfang Pack.”

The line rang for a while before Heather finally picked up, her voice groggy and annoyed. "Who is this?" "Hi, Heather. It's me, Destiny," she said, attempting a sugary tone. "Dad's really sick… He wants to see you." There was a long pause. It took Heather nearly a full minute to even recall who Destiny was—she had buried any thoughts of her father and half-sister so deeply that she'd nearly forgotten their existence. Her voice, flat and emotionless, finally came through. "I've cut ties with the Longstaff family a long time ago. Whatever happens to him has nothing to do with me. Don't contact me again."

he pleaded. “Then don’t call me at all, that’ll be easy for you.” Sieghal’s response made Kenna pout. His lips pursed, and his slightly reddish cheeks puffed up, just like a kid sulking. It looked cute, but Sieghal thought it was out of place for someone in their twenties. “Alright, I won’t ask again. But I’ll find out eventually since we’ll be sailing together for three months,” Kenna said, regaining his enthusiasm.

"Have you come out of the tent today to have a bit of sunlight?" "Yes. But I couldn't stay for long. I heard the moaning of a lady in Henry's tent. No doubt, it could be the lady he brought with him from Highfox." Karl smiled. "Now that you raised that subject, I must ask. There's this look I see grace your face whenever I slide into you. It's nothing compared to pleasure. It's more of plea, like you're making a silent apology." He shook his head. "Why is that?"

woman your age The ladies returned, followed by the men with refilled pitchers and promises of hot wings and chili cheese fries and all too quickly, as if he’d never spoken, Bradley faded into the background once more, occasionally sipping his now lukewarm beer, feeling numb, realizing he was flirting very near to pouting and not sure if he cared. And then Emma yawned, running a hand through her gorgeous, silky black hair. “I’m done, folks. Bushed. Summer session starts Monday and I’ve done nothing to prepare.”

It makes me feel complete. Summer’s POV I can’t believe my boy’s 18th birthday is tomorrow. It doesn’t feel like that long ago since the others turned 18. This makes me feel super old, but I am 60 next year. So I guess I am. “River, Hunter. Come on down.” Nathan calls them. “Aw dad, I almost beat him next time.” Hunter complains to his dad. Eden, Max and Jax walk through the door. “Are you ready?” Eden asks everyone.

She was already composing an email in her head to the ladies. Well over six feet, with broad shoulders, lean hips and a build she could tell was solid muscle beneath the dark t-shirt and worn jeans that clung to every line of his body. Most of his face was shadowed by the brim of the western hat he wore but she could still see the square line of his jaw. The first thing she thought was, I wonder how old he is? On legs only slightly unsteady she walked across the gravel to meet the man, holding out her hand. "Hello. I'm Autumn Kelley, the new owner of Sweetgrass Ranch."

She is supposedly wondering of the escapade she will have for the month of August. Fresh air, green mountains, rice fields, vegetable gardens, and the jaw-dropping view of waterfalls. These are just few of those golden treasures that a countryside could offer and the features that Mary Emily Trañilla has been looking for upon deciding to spend their summer vacation at Simone's province place. Simone Kennedy Garcia is a family friend of her since high school. They are both college students now. Their both parents are beyond in good terms that they even made an agreement for their children to get married when they will graduate college soon.