Midsummer 2025 Novels & Stories

The events of that year had been brought up again, and they could even file a case. After the police sat down, they asked, "Can you tell me when your child was aborted?" "August 9th, 2017," I replied, my voice trembling. There was no way I could ever forget the agony that day. I then recounted the events, and the statement was quickly taken down. Whilst leaving the police station, I encountered Elise, who had been brought in. She was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled and even streaked with gray. She looked utterly haggard and was completely devoid of her former radiance.

As I shed my clothes and sink into the warm embrace of the wooden bath, a question bubbles to my lips. "What exactly is Midsummer about?" I ask, addressing the room at large. "It's one of the many special celebrations in Lyria," Asterin explains, her voice as soothing as the bathwater. "A time to rejoice in the beauty of life, to welcome a new season, and to herald the beginning of the harvest." As Astrea's words sink in, I find myself grappling with the irony of celebrating life's beauty while facing my impending trial. It's a bitter pill to swallow, knowing that my fate hangs in the balance just days after this supposed celebration.

McKenzie retorts back annoyed that they are still intruding on his time with his mate. “Problem?” River asks noticing him using the link. “No, not really. Just the witches demanding food” he tells her. “Let them conjure some up” she says also not liking the interruption. She suddenly snaps her fingers. “Are the witches meeting soon? Do they have a special event to celebrate, within the next couple of days?” She asks. McKenzie takes out his phone and searches for it. “The summer solstice is just three days away. Why? What are you thinking?” McKenzie asks

As for May, she would go to the market and buy the food stuff she needed for cooking. After they were all done with the house activities, they took their baths and went to church for the cross over service. They turned off all the lights in church and lit a candle once the time struck twelve o'clock midnight. Out cry or shouts of joy followed with people gyrating and dancing because they'd live to see a brand new year. Meanwhile, other people didn't get to see the previous year.

Instead my breath caught. Because the hand holding mine wasn't unfamiliar. It was larger. Warmer. My eyes lifted slowly. And froze. Christien. Everything around me seemed to disappear for half a second. The music. The crowd. The conversations. Gone. Just him. Standing directly in front of me. Close enough to touch. Close enough to remind me exactly how long a week could feel. Neither of us spoke. The dance continued around us. People moving. Laughing. Switching. Yet somehow we remained exactly where we were.

"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.

“Yes! This week. Can you believe it? Dinda, who used to write heartbroken poetry on the school bulletin board, is finally getting married.” I chuckled softly, reading the invitation carefully. The event was scheduled for Saturday evening at a hotel ballroom in the city center. “Wow, the venue is quite fancy.” “That’s why you should come. Think of it as a little reunion.” I nodded. “I’ll try. It depends on the schedule at the hospital. But thank you for bringing the invitation directly.” Rika smiled mysteriously and added casually, “If you can, come with Julien, okay?” I almost choked on the air, nearly spilling the coffee I had just sipped. “Huh?”

she replied. " It's because we are family." Ryder said. She smiled and thanked us both and excused herself. We sit at the small table we brought with us and started eating. " We have to get the pack house ready for guests next week." Ryder told me. " Why? What's going on next week?" I questioned. " Our pack held the summit, so we get to host the mid season summit as well. It's not as grand just a meeting, dinner, mini Alpha games the following game then it's over." he explained.

“We will babe, all we have to do now is find Evelyn’s killer, cut ties with the Royal family and that’s all. We will go back to Los Angeles and live a normal life.” “Promise?” “Yes babe, I promise.” Days passed and the castle and everything were peaceful, there was no news about any problems or chaos in the castle. Everything was peaceful but things started to get complicated when another festival came up. The festival of the New Era in Mystic World, a week is used to celebrate the festival, the grand and final party will be done on the last day of the week of the Festival.

I completed my internship when someone caught me kissing my boyfriend and the director, James Porter, in the parking garage. A photo appeared in the company group chat soon after. To protect my chance at becoming a permanent employee, he denied everything in front of the entire office. "The woman in the photo isn't her. She's my childhood friend." His childhood friend stepped forward and took responsibility for the office‑romance rumor. She had one condition. James Porter had to complete 100 couple challenges with her. Once they finished all of them, she would clear our names and explain the truth. James held me in his arms and comforted me. "Baby, it's only 100 things. Once we're don