Love Stories Hot Summer Nights Novels & Stories

“Every summer. Every year. I’m yours.” He kisses the bite marks on my neck, hand stroking the firm dome of my stomach. “Damn right you are, Noah. All mine.” *** The last night of August is thick with heat and cicadas, the kind of humid that makes the sheets stick to skin. The bedroom window is cracked open, moonlight spilling silver across the bed where I lie on my side, belly so round now I can’t see my own cock past it. The stretch marks glow like pale lightning under Levi’s oil-slick fingers as he traces them reverently.

Thank you for not dropping the book, thank you for adding to library and thank you for not getting bored with Adrien and Camille 🤭 🌸 You all don't know how happy it makes me 🥹 Please stick to Camille and Adrien's story because it's about to get hot 🔥 Muah as you continue (⁠ ⁠ꈍ⁠ᴗ⁠ꈍ⁠) **Author Carabella｡⁠◕⁠‿⁠◕⁠｡**

Lena's POV Summer had arrived early in New York—sticky heat, long days, the kind of evenings where the city felt alive and restless. The Brooklyn Summer Music Festival was in full swing: three stages, food trucks, bodies pressed close under string lights and the smell of grilled corn and weed. I hadn’t planned to come. But Riley had dragged me out with a promise of “just one set, then we can leave,” and I’d caved because staying home meant staring at the same bookstore walls and thinking about him again.

My absolute headache and the reason I can’t look at another guy without laughing because, hello, how could I, after him? That summer didn’t give me pretty beaches and bonfires. No. It gave me blood on the floor, betrayal sharp enough to cut my skin, the kind of screaming that cracks your throat, and one man who refused to let me die even when death itself thought it had me. It gave me Damon crawling out of his own grave because his obsession with me was louder than the dirt they tried to bury him in. Tell me that isn’t hotter than any summer romance? And yes, I know you probably cried when you thought I was gone. I can almost see you now, throwing your phone across the room or cursing Damon

"I don't know. But I'd like to find out." His smile is like a sunrise after the longest night. Sometimes the best love stories aren't about pretending to be someone else. They're about finally being brave enough to be yourself.

Summer’s pov Summer holidays were over and now we were resuming a new session, I had planned out during the holidays to make my year in senior high better than my sophomore. I was bullied because of my gloominess and nerdy glasses, ever since I got to be Ashton’s girlfriend, everything had changed. Staring at the beautiful gift bracelet I had gotten for him, I smiled with so much joy, imagining the bright smile and tender kiss he would place on my lips. As part of our anniversary gift, I also planned to give him myself.

Summer replied, feeling puzzled. Did she have to accept Keith? Couldn't she reject his confession? She had already made it clear from the start that she only loved James. No one else could occupy her heart. Perhaps fearing Keith still didn't understand her, Summer added, "I only like James. No matter how hard you try, you won't take me away from him. Just listen to what I say and pursue someone else. You can surely get any woman with such a romantic confession." "No, I must have you!" Keith glared at Summer fiercely with eyes filled with determination as if he must have her no matter what.

I say as I take out a fresh outfit. "Yeah, sure. Next time we are going to the Hamptons, and please next time I drink don't let me make any plans. Otherwise, we might go hiking next time." I laugh as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Duly noted. So how are things with Anthony? Don't think I didn't notice the two of you intertwining fingers as we watched the movie." Summer blushed as she went to close the door and then leaned against it. "I know it hasn't been long but I really like him." She says with a big smile on her face. "I think about him all the time, his black hair and those big brown eyes, and those lushes lips. And the way he smells..."

As soon as he came to the room, Rex shouted at her in anger, "Do you not hear anything, or are you really crazy? What did I tell you, and what have you done?" On hearing his words, Julie, who had not paid attention to him, shivered with fear again and standing up from her place, looking at him, said slowly, "A woman from your house told us to put all this back on. Because it is our wedding night." On hearing his words, Rex threw her plate of food away with force.edding night." On hearing his words, Rex threw her plate of food away with force.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.