Romantic Summer Books Novels & Stories

It was a promise to love and protect, to cherish and nurture the flame that burned brightly in our hearts. A surge of passion and desire ignited between us. The air crackled with an electric energy, and I could feel the intensity building as our lips drew closer. Unable to resist the magnetic pull, our mouths met in a searing, passionate kiss. It was a union of souls, a melding of two hearts that beat as one. Our tongues danced in a passionate rhythm, exploring the depths of each other's desires. He bit my lips and sucked my blood from them, grabbing my hair.

I steered the conversation away, my mood slightly subdued. Summer’s expression shifted at the mention of Ignatz, her eyes showing hesitation. "Come on, we’re best friends. There shouldn't be any secrets between us, right?” I nudged her, a bit irritated but mostly just showing concern for her love life. "I’m not sure about my feelings for Ignatz. I like him, but I'm not entirely sure if it's in a romantic sense." Summer’s previous heartbreak with Claude had made her cautious, understandably so. Despite her composed exterior, that experience had deeply affected her.

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It left me with a false sense of calm, peace, and serenity I didn’t wish to erase. Until her. Summer Rodriguez…no Summer Volkov. There was something about the sound of my name beside hers. Our union might have been an accident, something borne out of a sheer desire for revenge, but in the blink of an eye, she’d managed to capture me under some kind of spell….and I didn’t want to be delivered.

I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

Since it was special, it meant he was happy, wasn't he? Truth be told, Summer was restless and anxious about being with him, but she felt pleasantly surprised too. It was like a scaredy-cat falling in love with rollercoaster rides. Although one was terrified, one liked the risky thrill of it. Being together with James was a rollercoaster ride for Summer. She clearly knew that she shouldn't get close to him, but she couldn't resist. It was a quiet night, perfect for stargazing in the forest. Conveniently, a big window was opposite the room. The moonlight shone through the glass windows, creating a romantic moment.

She looked for a while, fingers trailing across titles, eyes scanning. Then she stopped. Her hand hovered, then grabbed it. A thin book. Black leather, no title on the spine. Worn at the edges like it’d been opened too many times. She opened it and it was the exact page she was looking for. Like the book knew. Sarah read a couple lines. Her lips moved silently over the words. She fearfully closed it. The thump was loud in the quiet room. Sarah swallowed hard. Her throat clicked. The red was still in her eyes, reflected in the dark window across from her.

"Do you always ask questions, or is it just that you're rarely ready to hear the answers?" For a moment, Aidan hesitated. For the first time in his perfectly sculpted life, he looked truly uncertain. Good. "I don't believe it," Isabella spat. "You're just doing this to embarrass me." Serena stepped in, her voice cutting like cold steel. "You mean like sending me a wedding invitation with your name written all over it?" Isabella turned ashen. And then, Serena did something daring. She casually looped her arm through Damien's, leaning into his side as if they had done it a hundred times before.

She drops onto the couch opposite him, legs folding beneath her. “What’re you reading?” He lifts the book slightly. The Collected Stories of Nabokov. “Jesus,” she says, grinning. “You never change.” His eyes narrow faintly. “You say that like it’s a bad thing.” “I don’t know. Depends on how you were to begin with.” “Grace,” he says, her name like a warning—but there’s amusement too, buried under the low timber of his voice. “Are you trying to provoke me already?”

She wanted a taste of my demon blood, and I wasn’t going to deny her. “Take your clothes off, Summer. I’m going to fuck you on that swing.” “Wow.” She rolled her eyes. There was my little firecracker. “How romantic.” “I don’t do romantic,” I reminded her. “Yeah, I know,” she muttered. “Summer. Clothes off now. Or I’ll do it for you. I’m not a patient man,” I rasped, horny as fuck.