June First Novels & Stories

Elijah, at only seven, ran close behind her, his small legs moving as fast as they could. Father embraced Adam first, his eldest son, with a firm hug before sweeping Mother and Bella into his arms, showering them with kisses. He clasped Elijah close and then turned to me, his eyes briefly meeting mine. There was joy in his gaze-or perhaps relief-but there was something else too: a shadow, a sadness that lingered even as he smiled.

he asked again. "Understood, sir," June replied again. In her heart, June cursed, but her lips turned into a smile. This is what June calls professionalism. She then walked quickly but calmly to her desk. Drake's eyes darted after June's footsteps toward her desk. He then snorted. Since this was her first day, Drake was going to leave her asking so many questions like that. Drake took his coffee and blew it then took a slow sip. Great coffee. Drake took another sip then glanced at June. It seemed he had seen her somewhere, but Drake couldn't remember anymore.

June felt one growing across her face too as blood rushed to her cheeks. “So last night... we actually..” she started, picking at the leftover eggs on her plate. “Yeah.” He answered, his face softening. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I-I wanted it.” She stuttered out as more blood rushed to her face, causing her to be beet red. “Like I said last night, your first time was supposed to be more..special. So I promise you, June Summerfield, to give you a proper first-time next time.” He said as a half-joke, which earned a small smile from June.

"Do you remember the day you kissed me for the first time?" "Yeah, I remember it. It is always in my mind." Stacy replies as her hands grip June's slim fingers softly. "That moment shocked me at the first place. It may be a dare for you, but it makes me realize how my feelings to Sam." June finally opens the real card of the situation. She admits it in front of her girlfriend for the first time although she can keep it in her mind as always. The admission immediately seals Stacy's lips. Yet, she feels joy in her heart. She really wants to shout and declares to the publics, June is hers, and no body can touch her. However, she must hold and control herself more due to their status as secret l

“I won’t meet them again. I’ll only ever talk to you first.” June let out a single breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding and clung to the promise like a lifeline. She kissed the top of Valerie’s head—soft, fierce—and felt both a softness and the iron set into herself: she would not be passive. She could not be. “What did he look like?” June asked, making the question practical now. She needed specifics: hair, jacket, wheelchair color, anything that would let her act rather than panic.

All I wanted—literally all I wanted —was to collapse on my bed, maybe eat something mindless like ramen, take a quick shower, and pass out for an hour or two before throwing on a hoodie for the game tonight. That was the plan. Simple. Blissful. Achievable. At least, that's what I thought. Except, apparently, June had drafted her own plan, and it was… not simple nor blissful. The second I pushed open the door, I was met with a squeal that nearly knocked me backward. “There she is!” June leapt up from her desk like she’d been waiting all day for this. Her eyes were sparkling with something I didn’t trust. I narrowed my eyes at her as she continued. “Finally. Do you even know what day it is?”

Nicole looked at the clock in the room and said, “I’m kind of in a hurry so I’ll make my story brief and comprehensive. After breaking your heart, I owe you an explanation my darling Muhammad.” Muhammad tried switching on the radio on his belt, in hope that anyone on the other end could listen to the conversation if the signal was restored. If Maryam and he were going to die tonight, their death might as well not be in vain. The most important thing was revealing the real identity of The First One.

I dropped back against the couch cushions. “His first girlfriend, huh?” The words slipped out before I could stop them. June immediately turned toward me, amused. “You’re dating him and you didn’t know that?” I opened my mouth. Then closed it again. Because honestly? Good question. June shifted fully toward me now, tucking one leg beneath herself as a mischievous glint entered her eyes. “You know,” she started slowly, “there’s actually something I’ve been dying to ask.” That tone never meant anything good. I arched a brow cautiously.

Ademi handling logistics. June was six weeks away. Stanford launched June first. I was going to be ready. And functional when I got there. That was everything.

June arrived hot and sudden. Not the gradual warming of May — that had been tentative, exploratory, the city testing the temperature before committing. June came in like a decision already made, the heat arriving overnight between the last day of May and the first day of June with the specific New York intensity of a season that didn't believe in transitions. I woke up that first Monday of June sweating and went to the bakery and turned the air conditioning on for the first time since September and stood in front of the vent for thirty seconds with my eyes closed.