It's Not Summer Without You Novels & Stories

The elders in the family are big on good omens, insisting we pick a nice date for the wedding for good luck. But after a fortune teller proposes nine potential wedding dates, Edward Colton turns every single one down. It's the tenth time now. Edward shakes his head yet again. I gaze at his handsome face and blurt out, "I think this date is perfect." Edward is busy scrolling through messages in his group chat, not even bothering to glance up at me. "This date won't work. Jolene and the others just mentioned they want to go to Hallibay for vacation. Turn down your mom's suggestion." I curl my fingers tight. His eyes remain fixed on his phone screen, as if he has endless conversations to t

The next, he materialized beside me, followed by Artemis, who gracefully claimed the opposite lounger. Summer was still at school, and with a day off stretching into a luxurious expanse, my thoughts had inevitably drifted to Helios. Another week had blurred into the last, a cruel, endless cycle, and still, no sign of him. No calls, no messages, no fleeting glimpses. My heart ached for Summer, her bright spirit dimmed by her father’s absence, growing visibly sadder with each passing day.

Seeing that it was break time, I decided to contact Summer by phone, as I cannot reach her through the mindlink. "Hello, Summer," I said as soon as she answered her call. "Hello, Mark. How are you doing?" Summer asked, her tone sweet. "I am not fine. I heard that you got the banquet invitation. Where you planning to not invite me?" I asked her, my tone gentle but laced with annoyance. Summer chuckled. "If I do not invite you, then who am I going to invite?" "Do I know? Maybe your new friends," I teased her, and she chuckled.

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

You should take it back. Sasha bit her lip and said, "Don't worry, Celeste. Even though Jonnie says he wants to give it to me, I know it's meant to be for your wedding. I won't take it. Once my exhibition is over, I'll return it to you, okay?" Patrick seized the opportunity to chime in, "Don't push it, Celeste. Look how scared Sasha is. Must you go this far over a necklace? It's been so long since Sasha came back, but look what you did. Are you satisfied only if you ruin everyone's mood?"

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Checks the time 'Sh*t it's already six thirty'. Summer had begun and all of the neighborhood kids took advantage of every bit of daylight that shined. As soon as the sun come up you could hear the ATV's rummble from inside the house. Blacking out her windows to get some sleep during the daylight hours had done its job but there was nothing she could do about the noise disturbing her rest. She remembered what it was like to be a child. Carefree. Happy. Endless summer days with friends. That isn't something she dared ruin for them. Besides her salted caramel java monster would pep her up in no time.

’ Adrian furrowed his brows, and his gaze was profound as he looked at Summer. Summer had neither relatives nor friends in Sea City, and they were not even able to investigate her identity. Why would anyone have a reason to go after her? “Little thing, what on earth is your actual identity?” Adrian walked upstairs with Summer as he held the nutritional supplements. “Do you know those two people?” he asked meaningfully. “N-no.” Summer looked like a torn ragdoll that had lost its soul. She kept shaking her head as she sat on the couch. “Don’t go outside if there’s nothing important.” Adrian warned her and went to the kitchen.

And if I fail, I lose everything. I need Summer. Need her to help me, to tutor me, to save my ass like she's supposed to. I grab my phone and pull up her contact. Call. It rings. And rings. And goes to voicemail. I call again. Voicemail. Again. Voicemail. "Pick up the fucking phone," I mutter, typing out a text. *Pick up. Pick up right now.* Nothing. *Pick up the fucking phone.* Still nothing. *SUMMER PICK UP*

“Summer?” Summer closed her eyes briefly, her resolve hardening. She guessed the drug’s effect would kick in soon. With a swift movement, she let her silk robe slide off, revealing a low-cut camisole that clung to her curvy figure. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ben, her voice low and sultry. “Ben, I know you’re uncomfortable. Let me help you.” Ben’s expression turned icy as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away forcefully. “What are you trying to do, Summer?”