Our Last Summer Book Novels & Stories

Things were going to be very tight from July through September, and I was going to have a crew of very unhappy teenagers on my hands. The summer months were the ones the kids looked forward to the most. All of a sudden all the activities weren’t reduced to only being indoors. They had free reign of the yard out back where, admittedly, there was still a lot of work to be done, but where they were free to split into small groups or sit in solitude in the shade with one of the books from the library I’d built last year. The shelter had some connections to local libraries and used book stores that often donated some of their duplicates to my inventory.

August. The last full month of summer arrived with the particular knowledge of its own ending — not melancholy, nothing so dramatic, just the specific quality of late summer light that carried in it the awareness of what it was. The evenings were still long but beginning, by degrees so small they required attention to detect, to shorten. The morning air had a crispness under the warmth that wasn't there in July. The pack responded to it the way packs responded to seasonal shift — not with urgency, but with a kind of collective gathering, the beginning of turning toward the interior.

Fourteen Niccolo Capaldi The last time I had been to our summer home, it had been the summer before my senior year of high school. Dad took the whole family, including Daniela and her mother. We would spend the whole summer swimming, taking the yacht out, and having picnics. Here, I was a completely different person. There was something about Italy that made me relax a little more. And that summer, it had been particularly hot. Dad had been away on a lot of business trips leaving us alone to our own devices. Daniela usually spent most of the time helping out her mom with the house and the cooking.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin

“Uh-huh and your point, miss I-am-not-a-virgin-anymore? When was the last time all three of us went clubbing?” The silence made Summer purse her lips, her curly hair falling across her shoulders as she gave both of us a pointed look. “Can’t we stay in and watch Heath Ledger serenade Julia Stiles while stuffing our face with carbs?” Emma considered it for a moment. I was giving her my best puppy eye look while Summer was offering her best smirk. It was an unfair advantage because I must have looked constipated while she looked like a goddess. “Summer is right.” I groaned, but Emma continued, “We haven’t celebrated in a while. It should be fun.”

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.

Dear Gentle Readers, First of all, this author would like to say a massive THANK YOU to all of you who have given this story a chance! As you know, this book is Book 2 of The Autumn Summers Series and it sorta ended in a cliffhanger. The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3.

I laughed, "Breakfast of champions." Mom walked away, her ass, the most perfect part of her, flexing under those thin shorts, her panty line teasing me. I felt my cock grow. Geez, what a pervert I am. "Don't encourage me, young man." She said over her shoulder. I spent the afternoon burning more stuff. Mom brought out boxes she found in the master closet; one box with two photo albums. I set that aside and when the fire died down and picked up a photo album titled, First Summer. By now, night was coming on.