Hot Summer Book Novels & Stories

He just chuckled at what she said. "He was genuinely really shocked" she said shaking her head. He nodded and opened a door at the end of the corridor. As soon as they walked inside, a mild wind ran through their bodies. Myra immediately loved the vibe and weather. It's just perfect, moonlight shining brightly but the lights are bright enough to not let it shine. Mild wind running through her hair. The summer vibes were now going. It's already June end and there have been rain showers. She loves rain more than summers.

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Childishly, she stomps on it with her heeled boot to appease her rage before letting out a small scream of frustration. I watch her make a dramatic exit before stepping out from between the shelves a couple of seconds later, eyes cautiously searching just in case. Shaking my head in amusement I trace my way back to the storefront and settle on one of the sofa’s to read. I feel the need to arm myself with a lot of knowledge now that I know what I could become, the first book I’d picked is called History of Elementals. On the first page is the beautiful design of the black interlaced knots in the middle of the page. Seeing the knot, I’m reminded of my black triquetra tattoo and shift uncomfort

“Yes, I have a banquet tonight. I will go back and prepare first.” It was July, the peak of summer, and as they stepped out of the restaurant the heat struck them like a heavy wall. The sudden wave of hot air pressed against their faces, so thick and suffocating it felt almost like fire. Coming out from the cool embrace of the air conditioned room, the contrast was unbearable. Ellena frowned faintly, shielding her eyes with her hand.

"But that heat's just for me, right, darlin'?" "Of course," she breathed. As if any other man would ever appeal to her. His mouth continued its sensuous journey along her neck, pausing at the hollow of her throat to press his tongue to the spot where her pulse beat so furiously. And all the while his hand traveled everywhere—her thighs, her arms, her shoulders. Anya anchored her fingers in the thick warmth of his hair, holding on to him tightly as little ripples of pleasure raced through her.

Unzipping the heavy canvas, I reached past my textbooks and pulled out Michael's coffee-stained shirt. As I held the white fabric in my hands under the dim light of my bedroom, my mind traitorously drifted back to the classroom. Against my will, the image of Michael standing half-naked right in front of me flashed vividly in my mind. I could still clearly picture the extreme, rigid definition of his six-pack abs, the broad, powerful cut of his shoulders, and the dangerous heat radiating from his sun-kissed skin. He looked like an apex predator, and I had been close enough to feel the warmth of his breath. Even now, standing alone in the dark, the memory made my face flush bright red.

He reached into his backpack with a conspiratorial grin and pressed a freezing cold, condensation-covered can into my hands. "For you! Ice-cold sparkling water. Found it hidden in the back of the freezer downstairs." He winked. "Drink up. It will help with the heat." In a 140-degree wasteland, a cold soda was worth more than gold. "This is too generous. Thank you." "Don't mention it, Eliza." Just as I was about to pop the tab, a violent, terrifying chill shot up my spine, making the hairs on my arms stand up. I whipped my head around.

Rachel responded in her usual chipper mood. "Yeah, I just woke up an hour ago. I know it's almost midday, that's what weekends are for." "So what are you doing?" Sara hesitated, "I'm not doing anything, just chilling in my room." "That's so boring! It's summer, you should be out doing stuff!" "It's too hot to be doing anything on days like these." Sara complained, "Honestly, sometimes I freaking hate summer. I've barely moved and I already feel like I need a shower, it's gross!"

The summer heat in the suburban house was stifling, even with the AC humming at full blast. Emma sprawled on the living-room couch in her panty shorts—tiny black cotton that hugged her ass like a second skin—and a matching bikini bra that barely contained her full breasts. The fabric was thin, damp with sweat, her nipples faintly visible through the material as she fanned herself with a magazine. Sarah, her roommate, lounged beside her in similar attire, scrolling through N*****x on the big screen. “Horror?” Sarah suggested with a grin. “It’s too hot for anything else need something to give me chills.”

“The girl who booked a penthouse just to make sure her ‘summer fling’ turned birthday legend.” Heat floods my chest. No barriers, no uncertainties—just us and a room made for decadence.