Endless Summer Choices Novels & Stories

“I will bury you in lies so fast you won’t know which way is up. You’ll lose your job. You're standing. And if I feel especially cruel, I’ll make sure someone finds something… Incriminating, let's say, in your quarters. Do you understand me?” My heart was pounding so hard it hurt. I couldn’t see Summer, but I could imagine the look on her face. The fear. The doubt. And Tori—Tori had just confessed to everything. But it wasn’t over yet. Because Summer, even with her knees shaking, somehow managed to find her voice again. “I still have a choice,” she whispered. “Make the wrong one,” Tori said, her voice lethal and deadly, “and I’ll make sure it’s your last.”

“Regardless of what your true motive is, Summer is my younger sister. It would be in your best interests to keep your hands off her.” “Ha, you’re not dumb, doctor. It’s just a bargaining chip in this game… It all depends on who Miss Plath chooses. Only one of you has to die. We will let the rest of you go,” said the younger brother with a smile. He placed the bomb controller before Summer. “Time’s up, Miss Plath. Make your choice.” Summer shook her head in tears. How was she going to choose? Who should she choose to die? “I choose…” Summer said with a hoarse voice. Her gaze fell upon Jasper.

doing what I’ve always wanted to do. I’m always forced to hide behind the wishes of my mother, almost like I don’t have a mind of my own. With every waking moment, and every decision I must make, she’s always at the back of my mind disapproving whatever I do. I know it’s logical to pick law... I know art won’t get me the paycheck that mum wants... but is it so bad to do what I want? Always trapped in these woeful thoughts, I’m ready to give up on the idea of ever making something for myself. Just four more months to choose my course before the January intake, yet it seems I’m at a standstill. “Sometimes I wish I could just fall asleep and dream forever... maybe then I’ll finally – “

Fresh rain, dirt, and pine filled the air. He wanted to see her. He thought about walking to her cabin. He knew a patch of wildflowers on the way. He thought of picking them to give her a bouquet. She deserved more. He thought of ordering flowers and having them delivered, but that didn’t feel as personal as picking them himself. He wanted to do something nice to surprise her. The temperature was dropping. Summer was swift in the mountains. The evenings stayed cool, and the rain always made it cold. It would only be a month or two before the frost came with these showers and they turned to snow.

A single tear slipped down my cheek before it vanished into nothing. Eventually, the screaming stopped. Moments later, a fire ignited inside the warehouse, its flames spreading rapidly. Trinity had ended her own life. Without Nathan, Heath Group didn't last long. The company was devoured within days. When Jake was handling Nathan's affairs, he could only sigh. I had no more regrets. With nothing left to tether me to this world, I disappeared into the void.

Kirin Summers set down his brush and looked at the kneeling Luc Mills before saying, “You have two choices. “One, you become my slave. “Or, you die!” Two simple yet direct choices. Anyone, who did not have a strong pride would definitely choose the first option. As for Luc, the moment he knelt down, all his pride was gone. Without hesitation, he chose the former. “I, Luc Mills, am willing to serve Master Summers till the end of time.”

The candlelight in the hallway flickered, casting eerie shadows on the walls. My palms were sweating. In that room, surrounded by antiques, I had just made the most important decision of this life. The choice of who to marry. And it wasn't the man they all expected. "Elara." I turned to see Julian stepping out of the shadows. He was, as always, perfect—hair like spun gold, eyes as cold as ice, and an air of arrogance in his every move. "Just came from my father's study?" he asked, walking toward me with his usual condescending tone. "Let me guess, still lost in your little girl fantasies about our future together?"

The moment John saw her, he froze. He went to great lengths to track down the person who posted the photo and eventually got the address. Deborah knew she could not stop him. “Think this through. The life Summer has now is the one she chose for herself. If you appear again, you’ll only disrupt everything she’s built.” John did not turn back; he boarded the plane without hesitation. “Mom, without her, I’ll die. And if I’m going to die, I’d rather do it somewhere she can see.”

Choice created something new. Something the creature could never possess. Ethan stood. Then we don't fight it with memories. We fight it with choices. Jason nodded. Rose wiped her tears. Then let's make one. The original Ethan looked at them. All of you together. Ethan reached for Jason. Jason grabbed his hand. Rose took Ethan's other hand. Evan joined them. Then Elena. Then Richard. Even the original Ethan stepped forward. Seven people. Seven consciousnesses. Seven different histories. Seven different choices.

"But understand, this is temporary. Eventually, you must choose." "What if I choose wrong?" I whisper. "Then you die. Painfully. While Kael watches, unable to help." Elara doesn't sugarcoat it. "The ritual is dangerous, yes. But resisting the change is certain death." We leave her cottage in silence. Kael drives us back, but instead of going to the mansion, he pulls over on a empty road and just sits there. "Say something," I finally whisper. "What do you want me to say?" His voice breaks. "That I'm sorry? That I wish I'd never touched you that night in the alley? That I'd give anything to undo this?"