Endless Summer Book 1 Choices Novels & Stories

More, and more. End of Book 1

Summer The brothers grabbed hold of me and started dragging me toward the front door. As they pulled me across the living room, my eyes drifted to the exact spot where I had fallen and broken my neck. I stared at it for a long moment before slowly shaking my head. So, it had all been for nothing. Everything I had gone through. Every ounce of pain. Every sacrifice. None of it had changed my fate. A bitter smile tugged at my lips. The Moon Goddess could be so cruel. She had given me a second chance only to throw me right back into the same nightmare. If this was how my story was always meant to end, then why save me in the first place?

Forever. End of book 36

SUMMER'S POV I didn’t go home. After Kingsley stormed out of the club, leaving me shaking in that dim hallway, I couldn’t face George’s questions or Clyde’s worried eyes. I texted Amanda instead. She didn’t ask me for details, she just opened her tiny apartment door, handed me a blanket, and let me crash on her couch. I barely slept. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Kingsley’s hurt face, heard his harsh words echoing in my head; You’re gullible, Summer. Dangerously gullible. Or maybe you just enjoy destroying yourself. Which is it?”

"Is she a kid? Our baby girl is already an adult!" Luke sighed helplessly. The three of them entered one after another. Summer shut the door behind them, feeling doomed. Ever since her rebirth, she had faced many intense situations. Yet, it was the first time she felt like the world was about to end. "Are all these the books you've been studying every day?" Kristen glanced at the towering piles of textbooks and workbooks on her desk. "Yep!" Summer nodded as she poured some water for them. With her back turned to them, her eyes were glued toward her bedroom.

She wrote about the sound of Julian’s laugh when he finally got the fire to stay lit. ​She realized the truth of the Permanent Ink. It wasn't about the words being unchangeable; it was about the words being Enough. ​The Author’s Council wanted a tragedy. The Syndicate wanted a franchise. The Readers wanted a fantasy. But in the end, we chose the one thing the Algorithm could never predict: The End. ​Nora closed the journal. She set it on the shelf next to a jar of dried lavender. ​She walked into the cottage, where the smell of soup was beginning to fill the air. She closed the heavy wooden door, and for the first time in her life, she didn't check to see if there was a "Cliffhanger" lurking

“This is the part of you that never made it out of the fire.” Selena’s breath caught as the girl stepped back, the ground opening behind her like a mirror torn in two. A spiral shimmered beneath the chasm’s surface—alive, unfinished, waiting. Then the child asked softly, “Are you ready to choose which version of us survives?”

"Dad, I'm fine. Just…give me my laptop. I haven't finished my applications yet." I couldn't trust Terry. I was scared he had already picked the worst possible colleges for me. As soon as I got the laptop, my hands trembled while I logged into the application site and changed everything back to the ones I actually wanted. Terry had probably forgotten those promises he once made to me a long time ago. I had just handed the laptop back when I saw my father holding up his phone. "How would Katrina know where the others are? What rafting livestream? I'm heading over right now!"

“Then today is a good start. She glanced at the book in his hands. “Are you actually reading, or are you just holding it for dramatic effect?” Atlas flipped the book closed, revealing the title. The Art of Letting Go. Lily snorted. “Did you pick that on purpose?” “Fate,” Atlas said with a grin. Lily shook her head, but she couldn’t deny the irony. Maybe it was fate. Maybe she was meant to be here, right now, learning how to let go. A comfortable silence settled between them as she sipped her coffee. She wasn’t sure how long they sat there, lost in the quiet, but for the first time in a long time, she wasn’t in a rush to be anywhere else.

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"