Novel & Cerita One Summer Novel

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

They got to the parking lot and joy picked the call of her choice, she claimed she wanted a low profile date, so she picked an Audi R8 and George drove her to the restaurant of her choice. In Academy of art university, Durham, exactly 3:55am, two level 3 fashionists who were deeply engrossed in their work in the work room, they were joyfully working on their projects while playing romantic songs and singing along, dramatically getting their works done. "I can't wait to see the surprise on my dad's face when he sees my project" Maria said as she has a look of satisfaction on her face while looking at her almost done work and Beatrice smiled, "you know, this project is the last for this semest

But since Susanne had said that she wanted to see what kind of woman Summer was, the latter was worried Susanne would mock her like Herbert had. So, before Susanne could say anything else, Summer spoke up. "Let me tell you now that I'm just an ordinary person. I was raised in Rosseera City. I can't compare to the Yanceys or the Quigleys. I'm nothing special." Summer decided to dig herself a hole and jump into it before Susanne criticized her.

Fate had granted him only a little daughter, now three years old, named Lotus. On one of those seemingly endless summer days he was poring over his books in the library. Overcome with the heat, his head had sunk down and his forehead lay against the edge of the table. As he dropped off to sleep he seemed to be wandering through an unknown dream-land. Kazuma sat nearby. II

"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.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

I hadn't planned on ever seeing either of them again. Then, a few weeks ago, my mother mentioned moving back to the state, back to the same city where I'd spent that one unbearable summer, and when I looked into the schools nearby, there it was. Ashbourne Academy. Cole Sterling's name, still attached to a hockey roster online, still exactly where I'd have expected him to end up. And beside his, hers. Kayla Sebastian. I couldn't quite believe it, at first. Fate, handing me the exact same two people, a decade later, wrapped up together again like nothing had ever changed.

We fought so badly over it that I completely fell out with my family. During my first year away from home, my mother sent me countless messages. 'Ian, is it cold over there? The temperature dropped recently, so make sure you bundle up.' 'Ian, are you coming home for New Year's? I made all your favorite dishes. Don't stay angry at your father and me anymore.' 'Your dad never says it out loud, but he misses you too.' I saw every single message, but I never replied. At the time, I was too stubborn, too full of pride. I kept thinking that if I didn't go home, then so be it. After all, wherever June was, that was home to me.

Her moan was soft, almost involuntary, and it sent a jolt through me that I barely suppressed. “What happened, Summer?” I asked, my voice calmer than I felt, trying to pull her back to reality. “No... nothing...” she murmured, her voice trembling. I could feel her confusion, her body reacting to me in ways I knew she didn’t understand. Hell, I barely understood it myself. She wasn’t like anyone I’d ever been with—not like the others who’d come and gone without leaving a mark. Summer was different, and it was driving me insane.