Our Last Summer Book Novels & Stories

A sexual encounter with your own blood was not only frowned upon, but was strictly forbidden. The summer was nearly over. It had been a surprisingly hot month. As I said earlier, we're from Maine. The summers in Maine do get hot, but compared to where we had travelled this summer, home was usually incredibly mild. Not this summer, though. At least not the past few weeks. It was as if mother nature was assaulting us with a heatwave to spite the weather forecasters who had called for a tepid season. It was the last week of August. Saturday night. Our house didn't have central air, because we rarely ever needed it. That night, I would have given anything for at least a window unit in my bedroom

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

I didn't want to stare at Theo again and make things more awkward between us. We've got just a few more hours before the camp ends. We need to seperate like two friends who are never going to meet or see each other again. We just need a few nice memories of each other. We just need to smile whenever we think about each other. "Give me your book." "Oh..?" I tilt my face to look at him. "Are you finished with yours?"

After eating dinner, Summer went to James' study to look for him. As usual, he was working, staring at his computer. It was as if he were isolated from the outside world whenever he did something with full concentration. Summer approached James carefully while observing his study. It was simply decorated, except for a shelf filled with old books that had been flipped through many times before. After scrutinizing the books, Summer realized that their titles were very interesting. They included books named, "Psychoanalysis", "The History of Eurania", and "Official Guide to Medicine".

"Is she a kid? Our baby girl is already an adult!" Luke sighed helplessly. The three of them entered one after another. Summer shut the door behind them, feeling doomed. Ever since her rebirth, she had faced many intense situations. Yet, it was the first time she felt like the world was about to end. "Are all these the books you've been studying every day?" Kristen glanced at the towering piles of textbooks and workbooks on her desk. "Yep!" Summer nodded as she poured some water for them. With her back turned to them, her eyes were glued toward her bedroom.

We both know it should be a special occasion, so I throw out, “The last night of summer! Before we go back to the orphanage!” The memory shifts before I can stop it, sweeping me off to the night we’d agreed on during that first outing, to the last night of summer. The evening had started out precisely the same way, with us changing in the children’s restroom at work, trying our best to look grown up, and bribing our way in through the back door. It soon dissolved into a hazy fog of revelry, where Cora and I spiraled into the dizzying lights and deafening music.

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

Being on top is lonely, but someone must be the strongest, best, and brightest. The summer has one more lousy weekend. I'm not a fan of summer. My parents work, and we don't go on vacation. The last time we went on vacation, we got a flat tire, and mom yelled from inside the truck. Mom thought a murderer would destroy us all while dad and I changed the tire in the rain.

“You don’t give me enough credit. You actually have good taste in books.” Jake’s mouth twitched. “First compliment I’ve ever gotten from you.” “Don’t get used to it.” She closed the book, her blonde hair spilling over her shoulders. “You’re full of surprises, Jake.” I cleared my throat from the doorway. “Am I interrupting? Or is this a two-person book club?” Celeste’s head snapped up. “Always,” she said, too quickly. Then she pasted on a smile. “Relax, Summer. We were just talking.”

I took the piece of paper from him and nodded, "Yes, sir." Ezekiel dismissed us, and we left his office, relieved that it was over. Later in the afternoon, Aiden, Penelope, and I sat down together at one table during lunchtime, I couldn't help but notice the excitement in Penelope's eyes as she held a worn-out book in her hands. "What's that book you've got there?" Aiden asked, looking over at her. "It's the last known book of witches," Penelope said, beaming with joy.