Summer At The Cape Novels & Stories

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

I took a couple of pictures of us, dance with Kal on my arms as I planted a kiss on his forehead. We headed home and I went inside my room to change and took a long bath. That night my parents went in my room when I was about to sleep. We talk about the deal and that I should prepare for Mr. Cold-foot, I mean Mr. Cole Ford will be coming any day this week. I sighed as they took their leave. I guess my freedom ends as summer starts. Summer, it’s like my favorite of all the seasons but at the same time I hate it.... •••

Everyone asked at the same time and Joel felt it was awkward, "it was meant to be your graduation gift but anyways, it's not too late or early to tell you now" He smiled and Beatrice was more shocked, she couldn't believe what was happening. "Okay, so, can we book the first month, I want different wear deigns, I don't care about the amount" Mark said as he could tell what Joel was trying to do. Mark smiled inwardly as Joel's possessiveness was about the chart. "Just contact me directly," Joel said and Benita chuckled. "Why don't you give me your number?" Benita asked and Beatrice was so pleased, "sure"

“The time has been set for ten days from today! It will be at the intersection of Somerland and Falconia, ten miles west of Dark Cape!” “Dark Cape!” “Yes, that’s right, Dark Cape!” “Why Dark Cape?” David asked out of curiosity. “It’s because the ten-year appointment is not just something between myself and Stan. Instead, it serves as the stage for all the youngsters of Somerland to compete for supremacy. Not only will the heirs of the major Somerland families be attending, but disciples of the hidden sects and families that will soon come out of hiding will be there too. Nearly all of Somerland’s best youngsters will be there. We’re afraid that accidents might happen, so we chose the locatio

The ranch might be a mess but with Mitchell Brand there I'm in the right place. Stay tuned. Autumn No one had ever told her South Central Texas was hotter than any place in hell. Even with the air conditioner on-and thank god it was a new one-Autumn Kelley still felt beads of perspiration on her skin. She swiped at her forehead with her arm and brushed back the few strands of honey-blonde hair that had come loose from the ponytail holder. Bypass, Texas had turned out to be just that, a wide place in the road that people passed by, little more than an intersection with a combination gas station-general store-diner.

They went to the shore in August, which had not been a tradition until this August made it one. Caleb had rented a house on the Cape — small, practical, two weeks in the middle of the month — and Zara had approved it on the grounds that two weeks of sustained proximity to the Atlantic was the kind of rest that could not be replicated by weekends. She had not taken a two-week vacation in six years. She told Grace this. Grace had said: "Go. The Osei hearing isn't until October. Nothing here requires you for two weeks."

EIGHT YEARS AGO Of course the harbor wasn’t just any harbor. This was Capri. The place where the rich dock their sins and egos, then wrap it up with a bow and call it “vacation.” The yacht in front of us stretched as long as a politician’s ego and gleamed as white as malice dressed in silk. I trailed a few steps behind Sheena and Winona, who were already snapping a storm of selfies with the boat as their backdrop. Their summer dresses fluttered, their laughter pitched high, and the constant click of phone cameras felt like their personal soundtrack.

By afternoon, Jazz and Charlotte had bonded so well that when they arrived downstairs in the apartment, Charlotte and Jazz could not bear to see each other go. “I will tell no one in the Valentine mansion that you and Charlotte are going to Nokocola Bay. But there is one condition: Don’t stop me from visiting you and Charlotte in Nokocola Bay.” “Okay.” Summer nodded, albeit reluctantly. She had already made a decision: she would leave by tomorrow, as she could no longer afford to wait. Mark’s words had given her a sense of crisis. Jazz frowned, his handsome face darkening and sinking when he inadvertently saw the fading bite marks on Summer’s neck.

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.

Summer Margins Six months later, the bite of the winter solstice had completely vanished, replaced by the heavy, golden warmth of a Pacific summer. The slate glass and frost of the rugged coastline were gone, swapped for deep blue water that rippled gently under a brilliant June sun. Down at the Oakhaven Cove marina, the air was thick with the scent of wild sea roses, sun-baked cedar docks, and roasted coffee beans.