One Summer Night Book Novels & Stories

Mitchell woke up groggily the next afternoon. The plates of spaghetti on the table had long since clumped together into an unrecognizable mess, and the floor was littered with overturned bottles of alcohol. The stifling summer heat amplified the pungent stench of stale liquor and souring food, creating an unbearable atmosphere. Yet, Mitchell seemed oblivious. He blended into the chaos of his surroundings, his hollow gaze reflecting the disarray within him. Day after day passed like this, a lifeless routine. There was still no news of Heather. Bethany, who had once loudly insisted on involving the police, had fallen strangely silent. Mitchell guessed Vanessa had made some kind of deal with he

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

The dozen went inside and August closed the hatch behind them, peering through the slats at the village as it burned. He saw a few of the beasts lurking in the night, but they stayed well away from the flames and did not come their way either. August also beheld a human form out there amongst them and his heart raced, but soon fell. He’d thought this man a stray soldier they’d lost, or a villager out running in his heavy over cloak, but neither theory proved accurate. This man stood very tall, but not as big as the hairy giants. He wore a more stylized robe, not a brown woven garment, but a single piece, draped over him—ivory white in color save for the profile of the ebony raven head on its

“I love you, Mommy. Tell Daddy that I love him, too.” Lyzza kissed her two fingers and put them on the screen. “I love you, baby. Goodnight.” “Goodnight, Mommy.” Summer turned to her Aunt Carollete. “I want to sleep, Aunt Rolle. I still have to go to school tomorrow. I will also apologize to Van. I will give him a cookie or a peace offering. But only a small piece because Papa Grandpa baked it for me.” She watched how Summer stood up and went to bed. Carollete followed her, tucking the little girl on the bed and pressing her lips to her forehead.

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.

We eventually moved to the North Side. On my final night at the diner, Lou didn't give me a retirement speech or a gold watch. He waited until 4:00 AM, when the neon sign was the only thing flickering in the dark, and slid a thick white envelope across the counter. Inside was eight hundred dollars in cash, a "bonus" he claimed came from an old tax rebate, though the handwritten note on the back in his messy script simply read: Keep your head up, Olson.

"Please, my love. Do this for me. You don't have to stay long if you don't want to. Just come and take part in the celebration." "What time is it?" She asked, even after she knew the time that their family dinners usually take place." "7 pm." "I'm not promising anything, Aunt Rita but I'll keep that in mind." "Please, I want you to be there." "I'll try my best." "How's Lenora? You're going to bring her along right? With Charles." "Yeah, we will try to be there." "Thank you, my darling. See you soon." Nadia ended the call

I was barely able to make out the sound of someone sobbing on the other end of the line. Zion: Maya, can you tell me what it is? She was inconsolable and didn’t utter a single word the entire time. I felt my heart racing. Is one of the kids sick? What is wrong? Zion: Maya, you are scaring the living daylights out of me, baby. What exactly is it? I said as I fiddled with my tie, anticipating that she would soon speak to me. Maya: Zion, Au… Aurora has been kidnapped.

TWO YEARS LATER ~•~ "Five! Four! Three! Two! One! Happy New year!" Calista and Cameron screamed at the top of their lungs, jumping and huggoing each other while bursting with excitement. Chase and Mackenzie were not left out of the celebration. Chase hugged Mackenzie tight as they stood on the balcony of their cottage - the family's latest property in North Dakota - watching the fire works light up the sky. Little baby Emily cried in Mackenzie's arms. Mackenzie looked down at her daughter's dark eyes and blew her kisses. Soon, the baby started to smile.

I preferred to feel my enemies' blood on my hands, or better yet, on my fangs. I hated the feeling of being cornered, of not having control over every detail. This plan couldn’t fail; there was no room for error. An innocent life was at stake. The life of the son I hadn’t even known existed until now. I rubbed my eyes, trying to shake off the exhaustion. Last night had been awful. Nightmares tormented me, and my control over my transformations was growing weaker. Nick entered the room with a deep sigh. "We have the location where they might be keeping the boy, my Alpha."