Every Summer After Book Novels & Stories

Summer’s POV The morning sunlight poured through the curtains, warm and golden, the kind of light that should’ve promised peace. But inside the De Rossi estate, peace was an illusion. The guards had doubled their posts overnight. Every window was locked, every shadow seemed to move. And yet, somehow, the silence was still louder than fear itself. It had been hours since the letter, the photograph, the message, and I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. “I didn’t die, Summer. You just didn’t finish the job.”

ASHLEY’S POV “Summer Royal Academy” The sign read. I walked down the path of the sign until I was staring at a big black gate. It had hefty pillars built on the sides and even though it read ‘academy’ at the gate, it could pass for a prison. “Miss, are you lost?” A very hefty man walked up to me from the gate and questioned. I gulped in a wholesome amount of saliva, terrified by the mere size of the man, before attempting to respond to his question.

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?”

Forever. End of book 36

He thought: Summer's disappearance wasn't random. * * * And underneath the fear that this thought produced, small and persistent as a pilot light: Then there is something to find. ✦ Volume II - Complete End Of Volume II - Stayy Tuned for Volume III ⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕⁕ (We will continue from chapter 9 to 12 in Volume III)

“You have beautiful eyes.” Meeting his concerned gaze, I came back to my senses, snatched up my shattered glasses, and fled in panic. However, that day, the sound of cicadas buzzing in the trees beside the school field lingered in my ears for a very, very long time.

"I'm so sorry. I didn't see you just now." "What are you doing outside so late? And why do you look like you're in such a hurry?" Emma eyed Summer warily before she looked at the beach. Summer felt like she was about to be caught red-handed. Her first instinct had been to block Emma's view, but Emma was nimble and slipped under Summer's arm. Looking at the beach, Emma looked unimpressed. "Come on. There's no one there at all. What were you running from?" Summer suddenly shot Emma a strange look. "What do you think? Didn't After School have a chapter about…"

The sun was a hot, heavy weight on Zara’s skin. She lay on the cheap plastic lounge chair in her backyard, the floral-print bikini doing very little to combat the oppressive August heat. It was the summer after her high school graduation, a long, boring stretch of afternoons that she’d dedicated to a single, all-consuming project: Mr. Richard.

"There is this man that comes here lately, he wants to buy this place and obviously doesn't understand no for an answer.” "If you have any problem just tell me, I can ask my dad for a favor." You would think Summer is just another rich daddy girl but she is really sweet. "Thank you, Summer but I have it under control." "Hey did you get me that book we talked about?" Summer asked. "Oh yes, let me run upstairs and grab it." I ran upstairs to get the book and as I was returning I saw from the stairs a man talking with Summer. Something about him was so familiar to me so I slowly descended the stairs and listened to their conversation.