So Long Summer Novels & Stories

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

"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.

"Nina, if I could turn back time, I'd erase all of this. I really wish that when I open my eyes again, I would be back in college with you still beside me." I did not turn around. "There's no going back."

Please, let him never break her heart like he broke mine. “Got a long list of ex-lovers… they’ll tell you I’m insane!” Summer sang along at the top of her lungs, and Helios grimaced. “Princess, those lyrics are a little old for you.” I rolled my eyes. Really? He’s arguing with a seven-year-old about pop songs. “She loves Taylor Swift,” I said flatly, since Summer had already tuned him out. We pulled up to school just as Summer spotted a boy with messy black hair waiting by the gate. She practically leaped out of the car the second we stopped.

The first time I went to the boutique to try on wedding dresses, I stumbled upon the staff playing their game of “Guess the Bride.” The big screen inside was displaying the package my fiancé had reserved. Eager to snag the commission, the makeup artist spoke up first: “I remember the bride is petite and delicate. She looks absolutely stunning in a mermaid dress.” The photographer chime in: “She has straight bangs and two dimples when she smiles.” “Oh, right—and a red mole on her collarbone. She looks best in an off-shoulder gown.” I froze right on the spot. I had waist-length, voluminous waves, no dimples, and certainly no mole. The person they were describing fit my best friend—Charlotte Ho

” I nearly fall damn over, this is not the same Summer I know. Aaron ~”What you say baby, let's cut his cock off.” Summer ~”I will hold it you can cut it.” Somehow I think she is very serious.

"Bye, Mommy, Daddy! Enjoy your travels and stay safe! Have fun with the penguins at the South Pole!" Summer said while waving with all her might. Her smile was bright, her feet occasionally bouncing from the ground. Louis and Sky waved back from the car window. "See you later, Honey. Don't forget my message! Be a good girl. Don't cause any trouble while Mommy and Daddy are gone, okay?" Sky said with teary eyes. "Relax, Mommy. I'm a good kid. I won't cause any trouble. Just focus on your honeymoon!" Summer nodded while putting her hands on her hips.

“It’s more unfair for you to ask me not to love you…” Samson’s voice was a little hoarse. As long as Summer was well and alive, he did not mind that Summer did not love him anymore. But could he really not mind? His heart was hurting a lot... “Samson, please give me some time, okay?” Summer turned, and she only continued after a long time, “I’m making a trip back to Country M. I’ll be spending a month there. Please wait for my return, okay?”

The delivery-app price war ended up being the smoking gun that proved my husband was cheating. A man who drank nothing but premium craft coffee somehow had a Dunkin’ iced coffee bag sitting in his car. After catching me staring at it, he explained, “The new receptionist at work gave it to me. She said there was some promotion going on and the drinks were ridiculously cheap, so she bought too many and offered me one. I only accepted it because I didn’t want to be rude.” I looked at him with amusement. “Is she pretty?” Hearing the sarcasm in my voice, Carter Freeman snapped. It was out of character. “If you’re going to keep acting jealous for no reason, get out of my car!” It seemed that