Prodigal Summer Novels & Stories

Nobody is going to come to me. Talking about me, my name is Theodore Reigns. I'm 16, about to enter Junior year in two months when the school reopens after summer break. But to be honest, right now I think it's highly unlikely cause I'm here attending this three day Art camp for next year's senior students, that too in disguise as Elena Griffin, Eastwood's best artist, and so if I get caught, I guess I won't have to go to school again.

“Well then. Consider it done.” “What?!” Jessie exclaimed. “But how? It's such short notice, and it would cost ridiculous amounts of money even with advanced planning… even I know that!” Aiden cleared her throat and gave a shrug, not exactly sure how to say it. “Well. It's a long story that I’ll tell you all about in the next couple of days, but… Mitch and I stumbled onto something at the house earlier today and found out that my Grandad Bill left me… well. An absolutely stupid amount of money.”

Maybe their relationship was fated to end here. Summer contacted Clara after finding out about Clara's safe labor and surviving the crisis. "Congratulations on the new baby," she said in the video call. "Thanks. Whenever you're in Solaria or I'm in Lanford, I'd like you to meet my two children," Clara said. "That'll be nice. I envy you. You have a son and a daughter. If only I had…" Summer paused abruptly and stopped talking. The child that had been born dead was a pain in her heart. She dared not think about it and did not want to bring it up after all these years.

He was afraid he might die before he could confess his feelings and give me the perfect proposal he had promised me. That was why he kept reminding himself to go to Fall University and confess to me on Richmond Road—the place where he had first met me, and it was true love at first sight. Yet ironically, the repeated reminder was the very reason that caused his memory loss. Now, three years had passed, and I had suffered so much, living with a version of Ethan whose memories were frozen at eighteen years old. No one understood better than him that eighteen-year-old Ethan had been a complete jerk, just wearing a mask of obedience.

"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 remind him. We both agreed to that setting and soon Brye had to end the call. “So, walang Lim?” I turned to Ally and nodded, giving her a tight smile. She nods. “Well, it’s the annual gathering of families. They do it twice a year, one after the year starts, and another before the year ends, medyo delayed nga ngayon, and it’s just families getting their kids to get married and bragging about everything” She rolls her eyes, making me smile. I turn to my papers again with a tight smile. ‘I can’t ever understand that world. That’s Brye’s world’.

"I heard that HealingHills provides tour packages for young couples who want to honeymoon. I think Summer could be our guide. Isn't she an experienced adventurer?" "Yes! I'm experienced! I often go on adventures to various places." Summer's eyes finally lit up again. Sky smiled at her daughter. "Do you know what a honeymoon is?" "Isn't that a trip that newlyweds like Gery and Mery used to do? I can guide Uncle Cayden and Aunt Emily to places we've already been to, Mama. It's easy."

No, I am not. Summer stands to her feet as quickly as she can and when she reaches the door, she pauses and turns to us for a brief second. “I am going to train. Don’t lose important details and tell me all about it when I get back.” She walks out after that and I turn to Trixie who is more confused than I am. “Our cousin is a bit loose in the head, don’t you think? Well, I don’t.” I am more confused when Trixie speaks and I show this by shaking my head.

Lisa hated it whenever Summer started playing detective on her, but it was a part of Summer that Summer couldn't do without if Summer was Summer. Summer raised her eyelids and stared at Lisa before saying, "Did you do anything that night?" "No, we didn't," Summer smirked. "And you expect me to believe that? Come on Lisa, it's no big deal. " I'm serious, we didn't. I told you I was drunk. " Okay, so this cute man now turns out to be Mr. Desmond Kincaid's son. " "Yes! He is a split image of Mr. Kincaid. I was dumbfounded when I saw them! It was crazy. I wish you were there. "

“They have her.” The words barely left my mouth before I was on the phone with my team. “Trace that call,” I barked. “Find the signal, find the van, find her.” Mom stood still for a second, her expression hardening into something I hadn’t seen since my father’s funeral, the kind of fury that could burn empires. “Get me the pilot,” she said quietly. “We’re not landing in Marseille. We’re going home.” --- Summer’s POV The world came back in fragments, the steady thrum of an engine, the stench of gasoline, the rough scrape of metal under my wrists. My head ached, my arms were bound behind me, and every breath came with effort.