Kidd Summers Novels & Stories

Charlotte wanted to watch cartoons, yet she could not find any after searching the channels using the remote control. Suddenly, her eyes brightened. “Mommy, it’s daddy. Daddy is on TV!” she called out. Summer was preparing her medicine. She was down with a mild cold due to the recently chilling weather. “Mommy, look quickly, daddy is a hero, daddy is on TV!” She hopped around excitedly. Summer took a glance. It was the scene outside the courthouse crowded by reporters. Mark stood in the middle, looking distinguished and full of swagger.

"And Auntie, when you have time to come here, don't forget to take Uncle Cayden with you. He's a great photographer and has a cool camera. We can take lots of photos with it." Emily widened her eyes at the remark. "How did you know about Uncle Cayden? Did Sky tell you?" Summer shook her head swiftly. "Mama didn't say anything to me. I know Uncle Cayden because he came here and spoke to me. He wanted to see you so I asked him to introduce himself." "He introduced himself to you by his real name?" Emily's eyes grew rounder. "I never heard there is a fake name?" Summer tilted her head. Emily blinked. She felt miserable. How could she be jealous of a toddler who wasn't even four years old yet?

They knew how Lucian got when he was jealous; cross that line, and they'd be dead before they knew it. "Sera-I've got a joke." She raised an eyebrow at the sound of Kidd's voice, a small smile already touching her lips. "What is it?" Kidd cleared his throat and tapped his brother's shoulder. "Listen up-this one's gold." Kieran just clicked his tongue against his teeth. Kidd straightened up, clearing his throat again. "What do you call a pregnant frog?" "What?" "Frog-nant!" He burst out laughing, loud and unhinged enough to fill the whole car.

I sighed and headed for the door. Shaid's POV: ''Did you think you could get away from me? I’m a trained assassin and you’re what four?” I said, as I circled the children I caught up with. They were hiding out in a bush, of all places. I can’t tell how they got this far. “ I’m six and a half. I won’t let you take my sisters.” The little pup said, “Razor that fat whore is not your mother, your mother would be very upset that you have replaced her with that thing. I am your family; now just give those pups to Shaid so we can get out of here.” Summer sneered, as she held her newborn close. I’m not sure what she is talking about. We can’t very well leave this pup alive; he will surely tell the a

“Poor Benjamin? she retorts caustically, hinting at the title of his song, and involuntarily shudders. Charles Benjamin Howard, be naughty... Tonight is the night. Exactly one year since her kidnapping. "Don't… Hank," he laughs and holds out his hand to her. Openly, directly, breaking through her prickly defenses with his warm, charming smile. And unexpectedly for herself, she puts her hand in this hand. How old is he, I wonder? The same age as Tommy, it seems. Maybe even younger. Bells jingle on her wrist. “Kitty,” she says. She turned off her phone! Lou squeezes the iPhone in his fingers so that it looks like it will crack.

"Avila... when hell's done with me, maybe I'll get to see you and the kids again." Then the fire consumed him.

Kira’s POV I stared at the phone screen with excitement, and the headline slapped me right in the face: ONLY DAUGHTER OF FREDERICK SUMMERS, MIRANDA SUMMERS, COMMITTED TO PSYCHE HOSPITAL AFTER BIZARRE DOG-KIDNAPPING RAMPAGE I didn’t freeze in shock. I burst out laughing so hard the phone nearly slipped from my hands. A loud, ugly, belly-deep cackle that bounced off the walls and made my eyes water exploded out of my throat. “Oh my God…yes!”

Caden finally sighed and ran a hand through his hair. “He would never hurt Riley,” Caden said firmly. Cane did not respond right away. His eyes narrowed slightly as he thought about it. “Let’s hope he would not,” Cane corrected quietly. Before Caden could respond, a knock sounded on the door. Both brothers stiffened immediately. Caden turned toward the door just as it opened. It was pushed open quickly, and two figures stepped inside. Summer walked in first with her long dark hair tied into a loose braid that rested over her shoulder. Her bright eyes carried an unusual sharpness for someone her age. Even though she was only ten years old, there was a quiet intelligence in the way she carried

she said, and I nodded because I completely understood her. I would have loved to help, but I don't even have that amount right now. Even if I had, I would be questioned, because at 21, my parents still fucking keep track of my spendings every month. Laura and I talked about other stuff, catching up on the gist we could never do without before the fight. Yeah, Laura is the internet type. The perfect gistmate. “Oh, right,” she exclaimed softly. “There will be a reunion in college. I didn't really get the details, but I think the shit’s happening next month” she said.

“Possibly the guy cooking the rake venom. Dad he could be the one who cursed Hunter or he knows who did. I was just too distracted to ask… my source.” “And who’s your source?” I bit my bottom lip. “Check it out and I’ll tell you. I need to know if the info’s good.” “I’ll let you know once the meeting’s over. If the information is good and we catch this guy it’s really good for your chances of getting into special task forces. I’m proud of you Summer.” “Thanks, Dad…” tears pooled my eyes. “No matter what, Kid. I’ve always been proud of you. You’re good for Ezra.”