Summer House Book Novels & Stories

"This is great," Summer exclaimed. Then, she entered the house. Although she had married into the Quigley family, she still had the keys to Charter Estate. So she could return whenever she wanted. Meanwhile, Amelia heard the door open, thinking that Fred had returned. However, she soon realized that it was Summer who had come home. She was so happy that she almost cried. "Summie, my darling, you're home." Amelia quickly approached her daughter and hugged her. The atmosphere was touching and filled with warmth.

Hailey*** The farmhouse had always been both a haven and a cage—a place far removed from the chaos that had consumed our lives. It was where I could pretend, even for a moment, that the world beyond its weathered walls didn’t exist. The isolation was a strange kind of comfort, one that held both solace and loneliness. The days passed quietly, the rhythm of the countryside punctuated only by the laughter of my children or the occasional rustle of wind through the trees.

When I was near his house, I suddenly heard some strange birds chirping. It was piercing and short, and it did not at all sound like the birds in the forest. I paused and saw a dark figure looking around the door of Charles’ house. It was Summer Smith, a widow. Before long, someone opened the shabby wooden door of Charles’ house with a creak. I quickly hid in the shadow of a nearby locust tree. Charles and Summer were seven to eight steps apart as they left the house before walking toward the fields on the outskirts of town.

Three days before Sheldon was supposed to leave the country, he mortgaged our house. He even helped us pack, moving me and the boys into a tiny one-room basement unit on the third floor down. It was barely 300 square feet and was damp, musty, and dark. Sheldon stood in the middle of that little room, talking to our sons as if he was giving some grand speech.

Clara I squinted my eyes scanning building, old houses that had long ago been abandoned. “There's a cottage just ahead of us that should do. Its fairly intact, one broken window, no signs of movement and should be easily defensible. Slow to a craw, check the area for movement. If its clear we'll stop here.” Wheelers voice called out again and I scanned all the houses, side alleys gardens and abandoned cars as we slowed to a snails pace.

" Over the next two days, Marissa did exactly what she had done in my previous life. She pushed Sophie's image everywhere. In just forty-eight hours, the story that the Foster family had found a lucky charm spread through Harbor City's elite circles. Sophie didn't understand matches. She didn't read data. She relied on intuition alone and still called World Cup scores with perfect accuracy. Rumors exploded. "A girl in her twenties who doesn't even understand soccer? A lucky charm? That's absurd." "Has the Foster family lost its mind? They're really considering handing the book to the daughter of the second wife?" "Doesn't the eldest Foster son have anything to say? He's the first wife's legi

Summer whistled as they drove into the garage the door lifts with almost no sound. “Why are we here” Summer asked again as they stepped down from the car. “Well we will be living here,for now” Scar answered as they walked into the house, using a door from the garage,they stepped past a hallway through the kitchen and into the living room. “Wow this is beautiful” Summer said,as she turned to face the sliding doors leading to an indoor pool,the forest stretching behind the pool. “wow” She gasped, She walked into the living room, admiring the decor,

Since the sofa is a big, Yvrozz lay on the sofa making Zenah's thigh as his pillow, while Zenah just didn't mind it because she's focused on reading the book, titled 'The New Beginning'. "Do you like it here?"He asked her making Zenah stopped from reading the book. She sigh as she closed the book and put it near the table and answered him truthfully with a smile on her face. "Yeah, I like it here and you're house is so warm compared to out house which is full of creepiness and loneliness in anyway. Your mansion is kinda big—well, ofcourse it is a Mansion afterall, but even if it is big, the family that lives to it are welcoming and so warm, it's like whomever comes to this house always end u

And as we toasted in the middle of the chaos, laughter echoing through the house, Dad rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Lord, help me. I’m gonna need stronger beer.” But there was a smile hiding under his gruff tone. And somehow, between the madness, the mortification, and the mess of leftover ribs, I realized something… This was home. Loud. Wild. Slightly traumatic. But full of love. And Jaxon? He was right where he belonged in the middle of it. So was I. Chapter 117 – What Happens Now Harper’s POV June first. The official start of summer. The season of bare feet, mosquito bites, and iced tea that sweats

Nice porch with a rocking chair and a hammock on it. But just inside I noticed her. Kamari. Her hair was tucked back behind an ear. Feet propped up on the arm of the couch whilst she aimlessly leafed through a book. The title was a dark choice but one I had read before. The Haunting of Hill House. A twisted book that made you catch your breath at every turn. Behind her was the kitchen. Her father was standing there, kneading from what I could see. Nolan had only mentioned her address once. When he thought she would come here or to the cafe. I never realized I knew it by heart.