It's Not Summer Without You Pages Novels & Stories

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

"You're welcome, Honey. Make the most of this room, hmm?" "Yes, Mommy. I already have a lot of plans for what to do. My head is full of thinking about it. That's why I want to write it down soon!" Sky nodded. "Good. Then, go to your desk and get to work. If you need books and colored pencils, they are available on the shelf." "Okay, Mommy!" Summer ran to the shelf. After checking from end to end, she grabbed a new journal book and a box of colored pencils. She looked cute as she sat in front of her large desk.

It was his, he was the one who was expert at it so I said, “Why don't you play, it had been too long since I heard you.” Summer was the one who stepped forward and asked with a surprised expression on her face, “You learned to play keyboard in Italy?” I nodded. “I wasn’t really a captive, Summer.” I wanted to really let her know that I hadn’t suffered at Antonio’s hand. Sure, he had tested my limits, made me question everything when it came to the unreasonable attraction between us and he had often times manipulated me but I think it didn’t matter because I went with it knowingly. She swallowed. I watched as she went through her thoughts and then smiled. “Then do play for us.”

"Wear red, it will look great on you" I think to myself "Shit! Do I have anything red?!" I call Sally, come on answer phone, pick up, PICK UP! "thank God you answered, it's a code red literally,! Blake wants me to wear red and I don't own anything red!" Within minutes Sally was at My apartment entrance holding up two red dresses, "take your pick, ma' lady" she laughed. I chose the strapless long red dress, it made my waist look smaller and I felt like I deserved to be going on a date with the man I thought was finer than freshly sliced bread.

She had been hoping to bump into Nicholas here. However, not only had she not met Nicholas yet, but she had bumped into North! Summer suddenly thought of something and acted as if a light bulb had lit up in her head. “You’re not here to seduce Mr. Sherman, are you?!” North raised an eyebrow. “Seduce?” Summer acted like she had caught North red-handed, yelling, “How could you be so shameless?! Do you think Mr. Sherman is someone you can target? I know he’s both handsome and capable, but you need to take a good look at yourself!”

Scar asked leaning backwards on her seat a smirk on her face. “Well” Lucein muttered, scratching his nape, “He will understand family first” “Yeah,I really don't know why you came here,just do what you are supposed to do geez” She said angrily. “Well,I wanted to see how you are doing” “I'm fine,now can we get to work” The door creaked open as Summer walked in,a pile of files in her arms. She placed it on the table before Summer. “Well hands on desks,they are already busy,you have to go through this,and the emails don't forget them”

I figured Summer would be too shaken to want anything physical. Her mom’s kidnapping? That kind of trauma doesn’t usually leave room for sex. But Rowen opens a mindlink mid-landing, pushing images through—Summer sprawled out, flushed and needy, practically begging to be touched. She's choosing distraction, and the distraction she wants is us. No hesitation. Rowen and I are always game for that.

~Winter~ Summer removed the dress, retaining the provided clean cotton underwear, and settled into bed. We intended to wear the dresses in the morning, as sleeping in them would affect their freshness. I followed suit and got into bed. "Do you think our punishment will be lessened?" Summer inquired, and I found myself without a definitive answer. The men appeared as unresponsive as ever, devoid of any visible emotions. It seemed unlikely that they would change. All we could do was wait and observe.

“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?”

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.