Every Summer After Book Novels & Stories

Anna pressed her lips together in a smile and set the watch on the table. “I’ll pass. I don’t have a thing for being wiretapped.” My hand stiffened. She sat down across from me and propped her chin on her hand as she asked with a smile, “Dr. Summer, did you enjoy the show last night? I even brought my purse into the bedroom on purpose so you could hear more clearly. Oh, but there were probably some parts that you missed. After all, John doesn’t just like to do it in the bedroom. He enjoys other places even more.”

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

Before Dante could answer, Serena said, “That won’t work. I’ll be coming back after the wedding. How can she take my room?” “I don’t want to move back,” I said. Dante’s expression softened. “When I return, I’ll buy you a new house. I’m sorry you’ve suffered these few days.” Then he got into the car and left with Serena. I watched the convoy disappear, then went back to my room and began packing the research notes I had hidden for years.

My mother dragged me out of my biological father's brutality, and I thought we had finally escaped. Then she married the Don of the Falcone family. The woman who once fought to protect me completely changed. To secure my stepfather's approval and coddle his beloved Sofia, she stood by and let them turn me into a servant in the house I was supposed to call home. Every time I pushed back, they pushed harder. Every time I begged to be seen, I was met with contempt. My biological father's fists left scars on my body. This family's marks went deeper—into my bones. So I stopped. If they never wanted me there, I would stop breaking myself for their hollow approval. I would take my own life back. In

She trudges to the closet, opens it and peruses through the clothes, The book is unsuspecting, nothing in it screams magic except for the usual symbols. Summer frowns at the book. If her mother had given her this book thinking that she would make use of it then she had been wrong. She is useless, even if she is a seer. She had never been a help to anyone. Her decrepitating thoughts come to a halt when her phone rings. She hastily put the book back into the bag and picks up the device. “Hello, Barbara,” she mumbles. “Are you okay?” she asks as if sensing her distress in her voice. Summer made a noncommittal sound. “Okay, I called to tell you that we will be late. Don’t worry and if you decide

I also began going to the underground fight club more often than I used to. Whenever I visited Summer, I covered my bruises. She barely looked at me long enough to notice them. Mostly, she stared at nothing, trembling whenever I tried to touch her. It had been three weeks since she and her family moved out of Saunterville. I had planned to stay away, like Edward wanted me to. But one day, I went back. I noticed Summer’s curtains weren’t drawn as usual, and the window was open. I climbed the tree into her room, only to find it empty.

Sky whispered, amusedly. "I have a feeling that my book has moved up a class, Mommy. This bookstore is big. It will be hard to find my book if it has moved." Suddenly, Summer stopped walking. Her eyes were round, her mouth wide open. "See? My book is no longer in the top corner!" Summer jumped a little. She checked the other corners of the shelves. Not finding her book, her laughter escaped. "Mommy, Daddy, my book has indeed moved up a class! Let's find where it is now!"

Summer yelled as she fumbled through her pocket and finally found her phone inside of her back pocket. "I've booked the ride home." Amira looked up to stare at her before clearing her voice. "Ugh ugh. Well, I'll be booking another ride then." Summer twitched her eyebrows before swiveling to look at Amira's full profile as she rubbed her eyes. "What do you mean you're booking another ride? Are you mad because Aiden left us? He's like that sometimes and you know that." Summer coaxed and Amira shook her head in negativity.

Mia The summer after graduation was the loneliest and most important season of my life. I had to do something to keep my mind together. I worked at a local bookstore, shelving novels I used to read with Ava, trying not to think about the spaces she used to fill. The store was small and dusty, the kind of place where time moved slowly, and I liked that. I liked the quiet. I liked the way the smell of old paper made me feel like I was somewhere else.