Endless Summer Book 1 Choices Novels & Stories

Hayden thought. END OF BOOK 1

I looked up and saw Ethan standing at the end of the path. “How unlucky of us to be running into him on the rare chance we get outside,” Willow muttered. She immediately tried to turn back, but I stopped her. “Willow, I have something I want to say to him.” Lately, I’d been feeling better. The textbooks called it terminal lucidity, like the light before it goes out. Some words, if I didn’t say them now, I might never get the chance. After Willow left, Ethan silently stepped behind me and took over pushing the wheelchair. I stared at the mottled shadows on the ground, drafting my words over and over in my mind.

Instead, she would butter up to her. After all, Samson was Rose’s son. Even if there were conflicts between them, they were still a family. But Summer chose him. She would naturally be Rose’s target. “You know this. If ‘Summer’ was destined to disappear, I wouldn’t have chosen Samson. But if ‘Summer’ chose Samson, I would be the one who would have disappeared.” Summer raised her head and looked at Jasper. This was not a question with multiple answers. They could not choose both people as their answer.

I muttered. "Which do you choose, Balthazar?" Athena asked, her voice sounding bored. I knew without a doubt which one I would choose. The colour reminded me of her beautiful eyes, and something about it told me it was the right choice. I reached forward and gripped the stone in my hand. "I choose the Emerald." The world began to fall around me. A white light twisted around me, spinning until I was completely dizzy. I shut my eyes to stop myself from tossing. When I opened my eyes again, I was in a white room.

CHOICES UNKNOWN POV Choice - it's the most powerful tool there is. Everything in life boils down to choices. We exist in a universe of infinite paths and possibilities. Each and every path we choose shuts or opens an infinite number of doors. I lay down certain paths for my children. Some like to call it fate, but the truth is they can choose to ignore that path. I can't make them choose. There are rules against things of that nature that even I must follow. My children are those born with the pull of the moon. Werewolves as they have come to be called.

--- The summer came, and with it, the longest day. Solenne had finished the second volume—the story of the school, of Winter's keepership, of Iriel and Kaelen and Ash. She had written about the gold flowers spreading to every province, about the watcher's attention reaching the sea, about the fifth bloom at the relay site.

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I glance over at Josh, wondering if he can sense the invisible tether between me and his best friend—the one I can’t ignore, the one I shouldn’t feel this strongly for because it’s his best friend, his year, his life. “Do you… think it’s gonna be like this all year?” I ask softly. He exhales sharply, as if the question stings him. “I don’t know,” he mutters, finally glancing at me, eyes shadowed, guarded. “Maybe… things are just different now.” Different. That word lands like a stone in my stomach. Because different isn’t better. Different isn’t summer. Different isn’t staying up until midnight on the beach, whispering secrets into the wind, pretending we could outrun everything.

Run: Let the thread take me, save the others, balance the ledger with my life. Stay: Fight, risk the family, risk Etienne’s memory. Elena’s eyes met mine, fierce. “You’re not leaving us, Lila. You’re family.” Alexander’s voice was steel. “You saved my life. Let me save yours.” Mamá’s hand found mine, blood slick. “You carried my daughter through hell. Carry her now.” Marco’s fingers laced through, scars warm. “Choose us.” The thread pulled. I chose. I grabbed the thread, wrapping it around my fist, and yanked. The attic shattered. We fell back to the alley, the thread writhing, forming a new book: VOLUME III: LILA’S CHOICE.

I figured Summer would be too shaken to want anything physical. Her mom’s kidnapping? That kind of trauma doesn’t usually leave room for sex. But Rowen opens a mindlink mid-landing, pushing images through—Summer sprawled out, flushed and needy, practically begging to be touched. She's choosing distraction, and the distraction she wants is us. No hesitation. Rowen and I are always game for that.