Summer Camp Romance Books Novels & Stories

Then my phone, on silent in my blazer pocket, started vibrating with the energy of someone who had been told no phones and had decided that did not apply to them. I shifted slightly and angled the screen just enough to read it under the desk. Tyler, in our group chat: *SUMMER WINTERS.* *SUMMER ELISE WINTERS.* *You have exactly thirty seconds to explain yourself before I combust.* Then Ruby: *I HEARD. I WAS IN MATHS AND I HEARD.* *SUMMER. MY GIRL. MY QUEEN. MY ENTIRE REASON FOR BEING AT THIS SCHOOL.* Then Tyler again: *I'm actually upset that I missed it I hate myself*

But I loved being busy, knowing that all the time I invested would always be translated into signed contracts and formal invitations to book fairs. … By the spring of our second year, the children's picture book I managed became a great success. Bella had changed, too. She made new friends, and if their language barriers made it tough for them to understand each other, they communicated with stickers. We would bake apple pies in the kitchen and take slow trains to explore the quiet nearby towns. She had grown taller now and developed a much more cheerful personality. She no longer felt the need to trade gold stars for anyone to spend time with her.

But the fire showed no lenience. Andrew held my hand as we both stared out the window, watching the world zoom past. It was quiet in the car as Audrey maneuvered us toward the city. We were on our way to Elitch Gardens, an amusement park in Denver, courtesy of Ray and Audrey. The park had only been open for a week, but Ray had gotten discounted tickets from a customer and invited us all to go. Luke turned down the opportunity to come with us. He was still avoiding us, so it was just Andrew, Audrey, Ray, and me.

There is a crumpling silence in the hall. I hurriedly continue before hell breaks loose and someone interrupts me. “I got to know Soleil, after one of the volunteer who I have in the stable was tragically murdered. She was tortured to death by Casper Peterson, it was terrible”. I lick my lips. “The girl was Miss Summer’s friend. We sought comfort from each other, fell in love and soon after I discovered she is a witch. Therefore, it became difficult to hide my true nature. It went a little crazy when I found out

Sarah “What do you mean you’re going out of town? We were supposed to celebrate our one year anniversary this weekend!” I told my boyfriend Joshua. He’d been my crush since middle school and had finally asked me out for our junior prom a year ago. We’d been together ever since. Joshua was all I ever wanted. He was 5’11 with a thin, wiry build. I just loved his bright blue eyes. I’d been hoping he would finally make love to me after our senior prom, but Joshua told me he wanted to wait. It was seriously frustrating. I’d gone through all the trouble of getting on birth control for nothing. I knew he wanted to. I could always feel his arousal through his pants during our heavy make-out sessions

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.

Chapter 1 I gripped the strap of my backpack like it was a safety net as I stepped onto the luxury charter bus. At twenty years old, I was still the quiet transfer student, the girl who spent more time in the library than at parties. This field trip to the lakeside estate was my attempt to finally break out of my shell, but the moment I boarded, I realized I might have bitten off more than I could chew. “Juniper! Back here, babe!” Sienna Vale’s voice cut through the noise.

“Freya.” “I know,” he admitted. “You’ve been trending.” Her gaze dropped. “But hey,” he added lightly, “it’s okay to crush on someone.” She blinked, surprised. “I’m crushing on Zoey Raven,” he continued. “The legendary writer. I’ve read all her books. Still anticipating for the ones yet to be published.” A small laugh escaped Freya before she could stop it. “There you go,” he smiled. “See?” He stepped back and gestured to the seat. “Get in properly. Let’s get you cleaned up. And maybe some food.”

But I didn't get a chance to call it out when she continued . “I stumbled upon this book the other day. By mistake, obviously. I thought it was a theological study on ‘Fellowship,’ but it was actually this incredibly sappy romance story about two childhood best friends who fall in love after they made a promise to marry each other if they were still single by thirty.” She let out what sounded like a nervous, high-pitched giggle. “They were very scandalous scenes in the book, Leon,” Rose murmured in a low voice. “Their…sexual escapades were so vividly described I couldn't stop blushing, but I couldn't stop reading either.” She laughed again.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.