Endless Summer Elin Hilderbrand Novels & Stories

The forest smelled different at night—sharper, colder, like the world held its breath waiting for something to break. I moved silently between the ancient pines, my senses stretched taut like a bowstring. Elena’s scent was faint but unmistakable, threading through the underbrush like a silver thread weaving through dark fabric. I followed it, heart pounding beneath my ribs. She was close. Too close for comfort, yet just out of reach. The moon hung low and full, casting pale light that flickered through the canopy, painting the forest floor with ghostly patterns.

The sun dipped lower, turning the sky a pale wash of gold and pink. Aria tugged at Alex’s hood as he wobbled down the boardwalk, Evan skipping beside Lila who held Mrs. Grace’s hand like a lifeline. Ice cream dripped down the cones they carried, and the scent of waffle cones and saltwater mixed with the summer air. Joe fell in step beside her, silent, letting her lead. There was no need to fill the space with words—she knew he would follow, patient, waiting for her to sort through her tangled thoughts.

The tiny, folded slip of paper , Ethan Grant’s phone number , had become my personal religion. For fourteen agonizing days, it had lived tucked deep inside the stitching of my uniform apron, a burning coal against my skin. Two weeks. I had survived two weeks of perfect silence, two weeks of scrubbing floors and polishing secrets, pretending the warm pressure of his lips on my cheek had been nothing but a fever dream.

Overcome with longing, Ethan slowly lifted his hand and lightly brushed his fingers against it. The evening cicadas buzzed through the cemetery when a voice suddenly echoed in his mind. “Your eyes are beautiful.” The figure in the photograph merged with a memory of a little girl falling. Leaning against the cold tombstone, Ethan felt a strange mix of sorrow and calm. “We had crossed paths so early on,” he murmured. Around midnight, a sudden thunderstorm broke out. He held the avalanche roses close, guarding them as if they were me. In his mind, he saw my pale fingers brushing past the flowers. He let out a bitter laugh. The Ethan who had lost his memory was a coward for choosing to run after

Under the blazing midsummer sun, the community had gathered along the wooden boardwalk, the air filled with the scent of wood-smoke, grilled oysters, and sweet funnel cakes. Jillian Michaels stood at the edge of the Sanctuary Logistics pier, leaning against a cedar piling with a bottle of cold ginger ale in hand. The navy linen shirt was unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to the elbows, a thin silver band—not a luxury watch, but a simple local piece—catching the afternoon light. A light scent of jasmine and summer rain cut through the salt air. Clara Linley stepped up beside Jillian, her emerald sundress fluttering in the coastal breeze. She didn't say a word at first; she simply sl

She was not one of them. The mama then motioned for her and the other young lady to follow to the etiquette test. There she met with the rest of the ladies and there were only 20 ladies left from the original 50. More than a half of the ladies were eliminated in this test. A straight line was made with white sand and three pieces of jadeite were put on her shoulder and her head. “Walk the entire length of this white sand line. Those who drop their jadeite first will be eliminated.”

River grumbled. "Or work," Summer continued loudly. "I might go there for research. I want to write a book about Antarctica." Seeing Summer's annoyed expression, Louis' face turned sour. "Hey, Brandon. Please don't tease my daughter. I won't forgive anyone who ruins her smile." Brandon laughed in satisfaction. "Okay, sorry. I'm still sleepy. My words are getting out of control." "Daddy, just ignore Uncle Brandon. He does like to tease me and River. By the way," Summer suddenly observed the phone screen more closely. "Who is she?"

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

But when a passion led to an unplanned pregnancy, would the wild CEO succumb to marriage? ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Romance Books by Agatha Rose THE SUMMERS SERIES 1. Dark Deception (Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan) 2. Dark Betrayal (Thornton Summers & Ava Smith) ⪼⪼ 3. Taming The Wild CEO (Javier Summers & Ella Stanford) ⪻⪻⪻ 4. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits (Clarabelle Summers & Dean Westminster)

” I take the photo of my mom out of my pocket and show it to her. Aaron ~”Have you ever seen this woman?” Waitress ~”Oh yes that is Giselle. She used to stay out on that old ranch.” Aaron ~”Was she alone?” Waitress ~”Yes, she worked here at the diner.” Aaron ~”But I thought Summer's father stayed at that ranch?” Waitress ~”No it has been empty for years, Giselle just stopped coming to work one day and left town.” Aaron ~”How did Summer end up here?”