It's Not Summer Without You Pages Novels & Stories

I took my phone out to see that there was an unread message from Brye. Brye: Going to stay a bit late, wait for me? Liana: Sure Brye, I made a new friend today and nasa café kami waiting for someone din naman Brye: Never mind, I’m on the way I frowned and pressed the call button out of panic. On call: Brye: I’m on the way don’t replace me now Liana: Go finish your thing Brye, and no one is being replaced Brye: What if I do? What do I do now? Who’s going to read books with me? I have these sweets from a friend, who’s going to eat these now?

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.

Michael’s POV: Michael sat in stunned silence, the weight of the revelation crashing over him like a tidal wave. The secret he had kept buried for so long had finally come to light, and its implications were more profound than he could have ever imagined. As he absorbed the words of the letter, memories flooded back to him—memories of a summer long ago, when he was just a teenager and the forbidden romance he had shared with the maid who worked in his family’s home. He remembered the stolen glances exchanged in the hallways, the whispered promises made under the cover of night, and the reckless passion that had consumed them both.

Isabel whispered, shaking her head and sitting down. “I'll go see my brother. Be right back” Summer said and ran upstairs to Jace's room. She knocked on the door. “Jace, it's me Summer. Open up” she called out. There was no response. “Jace?!” she called out a little louder than before. There was still no response. "C'mon Jace! Open up. You didn't have to yell at Cass like that. She's really upset. I think you two should talk.”

But now that I had finally let go, my heart felt calm. Loving him felt like a chapter from a book I'd long since closed. A tear slowly slid down Mason's cheek. His lips parted slightly, and his voice came out as a fragile whisper. "I'm sorry. All these years… it was me who hurt you. "I know I don't deserve your love anymore, but there will never be anyone who treats me the way you did. I can't imagine my life without you. "Athena, please… I'm begging you. Can't we try again?"

But Margaret had taken nothing with her. Her clothes, shoes, and bags were all there—except for one item: the trench coat he had given her, the one she loved to wear. He sat down on the bed, staring at the emptiness. Time passed, and the sound of his phone ringing broke the silence. Without even checking the caller ID, he picked it up in a rush. "Did you find anything?!" But it wasn't his assistant. It was Sandra's voice, frantic and upset. "Mr. Hartley, you need to come back now! Ms. Page hasn't seen you for days, and she's throwing a fit!"

she's on the verge of becoming Capo. Then, all at once, he remembered her words: There has to be another way. A sharp tone cut through the silence—his phone. A message from one of his men, with a photo attached. It was Scarlett's signed renunciation letter. She had formally relinquished her candidacy for Capo and severed her ties to the organization. In that single, calculated act, she hadn't just abandoned her claim to the throne. She had given up on him. Tony stared at the document, disbelief turning to anguish. His vision blurred as tears spilled onto the phone screen.

he cursed, throwing the nightstand lamp until the light shattered on the floor. In the room that was now a mess with all the broken items, including the sheets and pillows on the floor, Zayn sat on the floor, holding his head in anger. After Sieghal ended their relationship, that little brat disappeared. Leaving East Oregon, he kept searching for him everywhere. His money and power had been useless in finding Sieghal. But look what he found now? After six months of searching, he finally found Sieghal in a place he never expected, in a small town like Shira.

“Summer you’re moving in with us.” I froze. “You will come over to my place, it has a lot more space, it’s quiet there, and it has a nice neighbourhood." My stomach twisted, gently placing the fork back on the plate, my brows furrowed. “It’s all too fast,” I spoke up, my voice barely over a whisper at first, I sat straighter, repeating myself. “It’s happening too fast.” Mom sighed, settling her glass down and turned to face me. “Nothing happening now is fast Summer, life has to move on and so shouldn’t you.”