Prodigal Summer Novels & Stories

Then he added, “Now. Stand up.” His fingers uncurled from my hair and he sat back as he ordered that. I quickly scrambled off his lap and stood up. I took a deep breath before I asked, “What do you want, Antonio? If it’s about money I’m sure Gabe would pay you back, just take me back to my family. I don’t belong here and I don’t know why you are being this way.” You can catch more flies with honey than vinegar. That's what Summer used to say, but I thought her to be a hypocrite because she was never docile when it came to Gabe.

Asher noted with a strange look in his eyes. Summer couldn't help the warm smile that played across her lips. "Yeah, he's a great one." She watched as Josh caught up to Reggie and grabbed ahold of his hand. The man ruffled his hair before they both sped up their steps. "Whose kid?" Asher asked as he fixed his gaze in the same direction as Summer's. "He was an orphan." Summer responded keeping her eyes on Josh. "An orphan with the same eye color as you?" Asher pushed.

Observing Yolanda's expression, Summer could guess what was troubling her. "You're referring to the difference in background, aren't you?" Summer was aware of Yolanda's ordinary family background; she was not particularly wealthy. In contrast, Zach hailed from a wealthy family with immense prestige. There was indeed a significant gap between them. If they were to be together, it would undoubtedly pose many unforeseen challenges. Summer then pointed to herself and said, "Look at me. Aren't I getting along well with James now? From a background perspective, I'm not on par with him, yet we're still together."

However, when she heard up to this point, Sharly's eyes dimmed somewhat. She smiled bitterly and said, "The prophecy that you know is actually only the first prophecy. That gavel had three prophecies." "The first prophecy is that big brother will become the master of this world." "Right now, a small portion of this prophecy has been successfully prophesied. It is on the verge of becoming a reality." The maidservant excitedly asked, "Then what is the second prediction?" However, Sharly suddenly became serious and said, "The second prophecy is more mysterious. The Legal Elder told my brother that he will have a fated opponent rising from the East. In the end, the two sides will have a big batt

Part of me was disappointed that he was not an abusing jerk that she couldn't wait to get away from. "More than you can ever imagine." Her answers were seriously annoying me, fueling the dangerously growing jealousy I was feeling toward this lord. I knew that I needed to stop, that I needed to shut it or talk about something else, but I couldn't. I needed to know. "What about you?" I was hurting myself. I knew what a protégé is and it's always consensual. No vampire could force a woman into this particular position. The king has to validate the position of every protégé candidate to make sure that they are willing.

I’ve been to the girls’ apartment a million times. Summer and her crew—Chris, Fati, JoJo—are some of the best friends I’ve ever had. My family’s lived in this area with them our whole lives. Their mom, Meredith, is the main oracle of the Goddess, and my parents are demi-gods. We’re legacy kids, born from the wolves who ended the war and rebuilt the world.

“Are you interested in some props for the Last Day of Summer Fest? We offer free juice and photos on the side.” “When is the day?" “Pardon?” Valentina looked over at her like she was staring at a grade two child. “When is the fest?” Colleen had no idea so she looked to Tobias for help and thankfully, he answered. “21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?”

Gabriel always distracts me as he pulls me into his arms and my darling Lunar escapes the conversation. Summer, on the other hand, planned for her mating ceremony from the moment she could walk. Everything was planned to the last detail before she even turned sixteen. Summer has a thick file that contains everything she wants for the day, and it is literally growing by the day. “You do realize that this is not going to be a human wedding, my dear?” I sigh each time she shows me what else she found. Summer would just roll her eyes at me, and continue. All Gabriel has to say about our daughter’s flights of fancy is that she has to remember we aren’t billionaires.

The letters were neat and permanent. I stood under the sunlight, yet I felt like a rat that belonged in the shadows. I felt small and ashamed, like a person with no identity I could admit out loud. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and answered quietly, “Just a distant relative.” The old man nodded. “That makes sense. If you were close family, there is no way you would have missed the memorial ceremony Mr. Ferguson held three years ago.” “You should have seen it. The whole thing was grand. Mr. Ferguson organized a private memorial for his parents and invited relatives, friends, and many important business people.”

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.