Summer Edition Novels & Stories

He’s also a vampire. “Summer’s coming,” said Sant with infectious joy. The enthusiasm in his words caught Vero’s attention. “Summer?” she asked. “But I see no signs of summer.” “The weather in this city is unpredictable, but those of us who have lived here for a long time can feel its every change. And believe me when I say that it’s summer soon,” said Sant proudly. “Summer...” Jia muttered. “That means Duradel will be celebrating, right? Like we do every year.”

The eyes were full of hope and determination, and the only thing that he could remember before he woke up. A chill shoot through his body as he shivered in his bed. It's only the first week of Spring, maybe he shouldn't be sleeping with his shirt off just yet, but the anticipation for summer was simply killing him. Eating him from the side. The son of Helios loved summer. Obviously. He was used to the heat and warmth. A smile curled his lips as he was aware that the summer was going to be a good one—he can feel it maybe because most of his mischievous and loud half-siblings were gone back home to their mother's place.

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 stood up. She was dressed in a short T-shirt, jeans, and sneakers.

TRIGGER WARNING: SEXUAL ASSAULT IN THIS CHAPTER Juniper Summer was always my favorite season. Some people complained summer is too hot, or too humid, but I loved the feel of the sun shining down on me, loved being able to spend my entire day hanging out in and around the stream, and loved having an ice-cold lemonade at the hottest part of the day. While it was technically not summer yet — the solstice was still several weeks away — the temperature was hot enough for me to claim it was summer.

Remembering that she left her phone in the next tent, Summer immediately jumped out. "That must be Mommy and Daddy! They want to tell me that they're on the cruise ship!" The others rushed to follow her. When they arrived at the next tent, Summer was already sitting cross-legged with her phone pressed to her ear. "Mommy, Daddy! Have you arrived at the cruise ship?" "Hello, Honey. Isn't it still early there? Why are you so excited?" Sky asked. "Because I knew today would be a fun day, Mommy. Just like yesterday. I had a great time here. I did a lot of experiments with River. Then, we all gathered in the backyard. I, River, Uncle Brandon, and Aunt Briony slept in a tent."

THE SUMMER I LOST MY ‘V’ CARD DISCLAIMER Dearest Lanee Reader, This is a work of fiction. All names, characters, places, and events are products of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, events, or locales is purely coincidental and unintentional. This book and all its content are protected. No part of this work may be reproduced, transmitted, electronically transferred, or distributed in any form without the express written permission of the author. Unauthorized use may result in legal action. Every word in here means something to me, please respect that.

August. The last full month of summer arrived with the particular knowledge of its own ending — not melancholy, nothing so dramatic, just the specific quality of late summer light that carried in it the awareness of what it was. The evenings were still long but beginning, by degrees so small they required attention to detect, to shorten. The morning air had a crispness under the warmth that wasn't there in July. The pack responded to it the way packs responded to seasonal shift — not with urgency, but with a kind of collective gathering, the beginning of turning toward the interior.

Summer deepened. The city in July had a particular quality that Daniel had always found mildly hostile — the compression of the heat, the compressed quality of the working day when the light lasted so long that the evening refused to behave like an evening, the specific social pressure of a season that seemed to expect things of people that people had not necessarily agreed to. He had spent previous summers at his desk, leaving later than usual because the late light made the office feel less like staying late and more like simply staying, going home to an apartment that was warm in the wrong way.

“They’ve always fought like this—you and Summer just made them tone it down for a while.” I stare at him, stunned. This is the first real, calm conversation we’ve ever had without arguing. “Mommy! Mommy!” Summer calls from the backseat, leaning so far forward her face is almost at my shoulder. I adjust her seatbelt and pull her back gently. “Only two more weeks of school, then summer vacation! And summer vacation means… my birthday!” Her face lights up, and Helios and I share a smile in the rearview mirror. “What do you want to do for your big day, princess?” he asks, his eyes soft as he watches her reflection.