One Crazy Summer Novel Novels & Stories

“He’s right, Mom. If Riley crossed over, we follow. We become whoever we need to be in that place. We find them before history catches up. We change the ending.” Amelia’s eyes widen. “You can’t be serious. Both of you?” Summer jumps off the bed, her voice rising. “No! I lost my dad. I’m not losing my uncles too!” She runs over and grabs my hand first, then reaches for Caden. Her grip is surprisingly strong for such a little girl. “You can’t go. What if you forget me? What if you don’t come back? I’ll be all alone. Grandma can’t be the only one left.”

The CBI boss trailed off during the prime time news interview. Somewhere in the city, a certain blond haired girl had stumbled upon this peace of news, whilst scrolling through the channels. Her name is Tania. Summer's only human friend. Upon hearing this she decided to check online to learn more about the so called nine fugitives. When she saw their pictures after reading through, she shuddered in utter fear. She had a feeling that things will be changing soon. She could not tell how or when, but her gut feeling was never wrong. Lately, Summer hardly attended school and she missed her so.She fumbled for her phone and decided to call her. She needed her friend because for some reason, fear e

“What’s wrong? What happened that you had to drink almost a bottle of such strong vodka? And why are your eyes so red?” I leaned back against the cushions, suddenly exhausted. “I was thinking about my parents.” I pulled the duffel bag closer to myself and brought out one of the photo albums. Opening it to a page showing my parents and me at the beach, I smiled faintly. “Summer vacation, Outer Banks. I was eight.” Alexander studied the photo, “You have her smile.” “Yeah, everyone always said that.” I traced the outline of my mother’s face, then closed the album with a sigh.

I wouldn't let them go just like that. "What are your names?" I question loudly. "I'm…I'm Regina" the pretty one stutters. "I'm Katherine" the other replies boldly. "I'll back to the both of you later. You'll serve as examples to other gossipers. Now fuck off" I say harshly and they both scurry off. The other girl's boldness was something else. So they all think I could have sex with just anybody. That's all I've been doing lately. Fuckkk. When did I start caring about what people think about me? I don't give a shit about being a better person. I enjoy being a bad person. It suits me so damn well. I walk into my hotel room angrily

I sighed and cried on his shoulders "Sweet cheeks, how many times do I have to say that I'm not Dwayne?" well, that snap me out of my dreamy state and let go of him. I blushed and scurried away from him. I stood up and snatched my clothes from Kathy and entered a cubicle behind the stalls. As I got dressed, I decided that I needed a break from this crazy things and so I sneaked out and ran to our beach house. ••• I locked my door and sighed. I never imagined my summer to be like this, it's just very tiring having to spend my summer with Cold foot. He made me feel a couple of things that I couldn’t explain which just confuse the hell out of me.

Summer said that she did not understand. Shean heard Summer typing on her netbook on the table, and she did not care. She could not take her eyes off Randall. He is always inside her mind. That is why, as she writes her novel, he is whom she describes as her novel hero. And damn! It is not because of their deal, but her own imagination made her put him into her stories. It was as if she was obliged to do what she really wanted to do in their deal. And that was something new to her. She felt like Randall was being cheated. She was still writing a perfect hero. Randall is already perfect, so why does he insisted that he is not?

Summer vacation was over, and it was time for school again. Nathan sat beside his father as he drove him into school. It had been a long summer vacation, and there hadn’t been anything vacation-like about it. In fact, it had been fucking awful. He’d spent all summer trying to control his senses. Not once had he seen Seth or any of his other friends. He’d talked with Seth on the phone only to discover his friend was having the same problem. Neither of them had any control over their heightened senses.

"I promise that I won't sleep around and that I will only use a gun when it is needed." I ruffle her hair and stand to my feet. "I almost thought that you would twist your words." "Expect the unexpected. That's my motto for today." "You change your motto everyday, Summer. I don't bother to keep track of them anymore." I smile. "My mother calls herself crazy but I call myself weird. Maybe I should be called 'Summer the weird mate' or 'The Weird Summer Of A Mate'." I nod, thinking about it as we continue to walk. "Or you won't get your own book."

As a result, she stretched her neck, observing what was happening outside. Some people had just come out of the bookstore. Most of them were children with their parents. They walked hand in hand with cheerful steps and happy faces. Summer secretly felt jealous of them. Moreover, some of the children were wearing the same shirts as their parents. A moment later, no one came out of the building. When the car door opened, Louis got out immediately. Summer followed right behind him. Surprisingly, Summer didn't seem enthusiastic. She just stood there. It was then did Louis put his phone away and asked, "You wanted to go to the bookstore, didn't you?"

Chapter II: Intriguing Cold August; Boston in Norwood, Massachusetts Van kicked the pebble off. He didn't intend to scare the stray cat, but he was just too pissed and annoyed. What are those kids blabbing about anyway? Just because he is a boy, it would be inappropriate for him to learn ballet. Those were bullies who had narrow and fragile ideas of masculinity.