Romantic Summer Books Novels & Stories

"But I'm curious, what does romance mean to you?" Max leaned in closer to Chloe, his voice low and husky, as he whispered softly into her ear, "Romance is like the changing sky at dusk, with colors shifting and blending together to create something new and beautiful each time. It's like the dance of fireflies on a warm summer evening, a dazzling display that takes your breath away.” His words flowed like a gentle stream, carrying with them the promise of something sweet and special. Chloe felt her heart skip a beat, and a shiver ran down her spine like a gentle breeze on a summer day, as she turned away to hide the reddened flush on her cheeks.

Of course, it was even more possible that she could just interact with him the way she wanted to because there was no one else around—especially Rose. Anthony felt that there was no way Summer would act so coldly toward him normally if she really didn't have any feelings for him. Summer was cold toward him because she had feelings for him and didn't want to betray Rose. "Thank you." Summer accepted the drink from Anthony. Under Anthony's gaze and under his increasing excitement, she sipped at the drink, slowly finishing the entire glass.

Something about that cool morning wind was so soothing and unnerving that she lost track of how many hours she spent doing absolutely nothing. Then, she read a novel she had bought from a subtlety that sold books in the resort. Halfway through the book, she was fuming at the writer for describing her exact situation with a certain self-centered, condescending, and arrogant dark hazel-eyed man. But part of her discipline was that whenever she picked up a book to read, she saw it to the very end, be it boring or annoying. And this one was well past annoying. Realistically annoying. "And they called it a fantasy," she sneered.

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Audrey didn’t quite understand him, “what do you mean?” Nathan’s lips curved into a mocking smile as he sat up, “I was thinking there was a book for the likes of you but it seems you don’t have it” She heaved a sigh, he was Making mockery of her again. “I have Outlander by Diana Gabaldon, 1991. I also have Red, White & Royal Blue by Casey McQuiston, 2019,Pride and Prejudice by Jane Austen, 1813. And Seven Days in June by Tia Williams which was written two years ago then I also have love hypothesis by Ali Hazelwood which was also written two years ago”

The air in the driveway was thick and humid, the kind of oppressive heat that made my clothes cling to my skin the second I stepped out of the car. I stood there for a moment, gripping the handle of my suitcase, staring at the house. It had been two years since I’d spent a full summer here, and the place felt different—larger, quieter, and somehow more dangerous.

“You’re staring at each other again.” Noelle’s small voice cut through the thick silence. Sebastian stepped back immediately, releasing Nyra’s arm as if he’d been caught doing something forbidden. Nyra straightened, ignoring the sting in her grazed arm. “We’re not.” “You are,” Noelle insisted. “Like in the movies before they kiss.” Sebastian cleared his throat. “Enough.” Sirens wailed outside the lodge. Guests were being ushered away, security shouting instructions. The scent of gunpowder still hung in the air, mixing with pine and melted wax from fallen candles.

KINGSLEY'S POV My eyes grew wide, still in shock of what Summer just did. In a split of a second, I recovered, giving in totally. My hand was still resting against the nape of her neck, my thumbs tracing the line of her jawline as if to convince myself that this was actually happening. The taste of her—sweet, sharp, and entirely overwhelming—still burned on my tongue. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, pressed so close against mine that I couldn't tell whose pulse was hammering louder.

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

Raine’s face remained gentle, and not showing any other emotions. “Do you really not understand, or do you not want to understand?” Summer asked directly, not bothering to give her any face. “Don’t you still love him? The reason you’re here now is definitely not because of the scenery, yes?” Raine remained silent as she sat on the couch with her head held low. At that moment, Summer was the one who was being aggressive and hostile, in contrast to Raine. “Since you love him so much, don’t you feel disgusted at being so terribly nice and caring towards me? I, for one, am very uncomfortable and disgusted.”