Romans & histoires Every Summer After Book

He mindlinked him, and he nodded, sniffing. "What the fuck is going on here?" A familiar voice asked behind them, making Hashmuk let go of Rasmore. The person standing behind them was the person he was crying for, thinking he had left him. It was Kelvin, with a pile of magic books in his hands. He and his friends smelled like they were coming from the sewer.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.

"Mama, I'm hungry." Sky touched the tip of her tiny nose. "Do you want to grow up quickly, or do you really need food?" "I'm hungry, Mama. Listen. My stomach is singing." Sky kissed her plumpy cheek. "Okay, I will buy some food. Do you want to come along with me or wait here?" Summer moved her drawing book to her lap. "I want to finish my special surprise for Aunt Emily. She will be happy to see that I managed to write a lot."

Fourteen Niccolo Capaldi The last time I had been to our summer home, it had been the summer before my senior year of high school. Dad took the whole family, including Daniela and her mother. We would spend the whole summer swimming, taking the yacht out, and having picnics. Here, I was a completely different person. There was something about Italy that made me relax a little more. And that summer, it had been particularly hot. Dad had been away on a lot of business trips leaving us alone to our own devices. Daniela usually spent most of the time helping out her mom with the house and the cooking.

After Elise's incident, Greyson had always been hostile toward me. Instead of opening the letter, I directly set it on fire in the bathroom. The firelight gave my face a golden glow. I smiled at myself in the mirror and said, "To the 18-year-old Nicola, have you received the apology letter? Don't forgive them. Don't forgive anyone who ever hurt you!" The letter quickly finished burning, and all that was left in the trash can was a pile of ash. Online opinion immediately reversed after Greyson's involvement. Netizens lamented Elise's viciousness.

"To quote a certain slutty teacher in a story by my favorite author, I'm making you attend summer school." [End}

" Zachary Fuller's smug words instantly made me realize that I had died and gone back in time. While our classmates cheered and thanked him fervently for providing a cushy job immediately after they graduated, I was still consumed by the agony of being electrocuted by machinery as my arms and legs were ground into minced meat. Grabbing my school bag, I headed straight for the door, only for Zachary to seize me in one quick motion. "Adrian, where are you going? Everyone else has already agreed to work at my father's factory this summer. You're the only one who hasn't answered yet."

THE SUMMER I LOST MY ‘V’ CARD DISCLAIMER Dearest Lanee Reader, This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book and all its content are protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred, or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. Every word in here means something to me, please respect that.

CALLA This summer felt like a movie. Sun on my skin, water in my hair. Late night swims in the lake behind the summer house while our parents drank wine on the deck, and Miles cannon balled into the water drenching me completely. I splashed back at him, laughing, but his grin was infuriating. He moves like he is always on the ice, fast, deliberate, and impossible to catch off guard. We have done summers together since kindergarten. Our families vacation every year like it’s tradition. Same place, same inside jokes, same two families tangled together as if fate had it planned. But this year was different. Miles looked at me differently after what felt like forever.