In Summer With Lyrics Novels & Stories

The ride was spent in an almost suffocating silence. The only sounds breaking through the quiet were the steady hum of the engine and the soft rustle of leaves outside as we made our way home. As soon as we pulled through my gate, I cut the engine. Summer didn’t waste a moment; she flung the door open, slamming it as she stormed away. “Damnit,” I muttered under my breath. I strode after her. “Summer, where the hell do you think you’re going?”

One of them, Señora Mendes, gripped the younger woman’s arm hard enough to bruise. “Tidewalker,” she whispered. The word felt wrong in the morning air. “Tidewalker,” another echoed, and the name passed between them like a curse. When the younger woman asked what it meant, Señora Mendes didn’t look up from the black water. “They say,” she muttered, eyes fixed on the bloated hands floating just beneath the surface, “when too much blood hits the water at once, the ocean remembers. And when summer burns hot enough... it comes back to drink again.”

Mandy York, my girlfriend, was practically a migratory bird that always flew away during summer. Every year, during July and August, which were the hottest months of the year, she would fly off and disappear from the face of the earth. She said that it was because her company gave her a special project abroad that required absolute secrecy from her. She was also not to contact anyone during that period of time. Even when I got into a car accident last year and lay in the ICU for two months, she never called to ask about me. Plenty of times, I had comforted myself and endured the harsh summer alone. One day, I accidentally saw the social media account of a friend of mine living abro

I’m coming home soon. By 8 PM, desperation crept in: 【Summer, why can’t I reach you?】 【Where are you and Felix? Please, just reply. I’m worried.】 By 10 PM, the mask came off: 【Summer, I really messed up. Don’t ignore me, please. I can explain everything…】 【Come home. I can’t live without you... without Felix.】 Voice messages flooded W******p, each one a full 60 seconds long—like they were trying to drag me back from the edge I was finally escaping.

Summer's voice suddenly pierced the air, redirecting my attention back to her. She was about to pass me by when, driven by instinct and fury, I firmly grasped her hand, pulling her back and closer to my body. Her eyes intensely fixed on me and her heart racing rapidly just like it did back then. "You are going nowhere, Summer, because tonight, you are coming with me!" My voice, laced with fury, resonated in the tense silence as I asserted my claim over her.

I said loudly with an authoritative voice. Yeah, I did just so they knew that I am not happy with what they were doing. And also, I knew they might not hear me because of the loud music coming from where we are standing right now. That's why I said that in that way. I was pretty relieved as they paid me their attention. Oh god! I thought they’ll just keep on talking to their damn men! “Oh sorry, sissy. We’ve just finished our negotiations..” Summer uttered sarcastically. I noticed she was still peeking at that man. Looks like she’s hoping and waiting for that man to glance at her.

Summer did not know whether Julia was lying to her, but there was no better way now. Creak. The bedroom door opened, and Summer looked outside nervously. It was Julia. "Sum, listen to me, put on my clothes and go out. Don't be discovered by them." Julia nervously looked out the window and put her clothes on the bed. "Why are you helping me?" Summer asked in a low voice and was somewhat puzzled. "Because..." Julia hesitated and said again, "I love Samson."

He said sending me a charming smile and for some reason that boyish smile of his made my heart skip a beat. I need to get a grip on myself. The drive to the restaurant was pretty much silent apart from the car mp3 playing 'Hot girl summer' by Megan thee stallion. I remember when the song was released, Lucy made sure to learn the lyrics words for words and she wouldn't stop playing it for the first two weeks. She eventually got tired of listening to the song and shifted her attention to another song.

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.

Lyzza looked around upon hearing Summer’s shrill and cute voice. She saw Summer waving at her while she was in her father’s arms going down the escalator that connected the airline and his office. Summer was wearing her pink dress and pink shoes. Her shoulder-length hair was also tied high while her bangs almost blocked the little girl’s eyes. She tried hard not to laugh, noticing Summer’s furry pink bag that was slung over Gideon’s shoulder. He was big and looked respectable in his expensive suit, but the bag ruined it all. Summer gave her a big smile when they finally got close to her. She immediately asked her father to put her down and climbed into her lap.