Summer In The City Novel Novels & Stories

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.

Benjamin may be an introvert but he does have a taste for luxury things. The family moved every expensive household items they could lay there hand on including kitchen wares and clothes. Lola sat still in her car recording everything from a distance on the camcorder. after about two hours of intense raiding, Jones and others hesitantly exit the premises, Since the Benjamin don't have domestic worker living in their estate, nobody will know if Lola had entered the mansion or not.Lola knew she had to be strong for the sake of her best friend, but she started having feeling that there's more battle to fight to protect Niyola.

suspiciously at Conrod. Conrod looked down in embarrassment. He stood for a couple of seconds and, unable to bear the ridiculous situation, headed away from this place. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of the old part of the city, if you do not go too deep into the slums, this is a very nice place with good architecture. A painfully familiar ringing tone sounds, Conrod picks up his cell phone. The black surface of the polished boots was already covered with a thin layer of dust, it was getting hotter outside. Conrod strolls slowly through the cozy streets of th

**** Next morning, she started afresh, She was a part-time writer and full-time regular office staff. "Now let's go to work." She smiled at her reflection in the mirror. As soon as she stepped outside, a warm morning greeted her. "Argh!" She frowned, "Where did all the snow go? Why is it so hot when it's supposed to be winter?" Just a day before it had been snowing, and today there wasn't a speck of snow, instead, it was like mid-summer. She went back inside and got changed into her summer outfit.

“If I could make her stay, I will. If I need to come to Chicago just to be with her, I will, too.” Stan laughed louder. I know. If he was the one who fell in love first between the two of us, I would laugh even harder. We’re the same. We don’t really believe in love. Girls around us only know us and only want to be close to us because we’re Bennetts. We’re the sons of the owners of the biggest hotel and restaurant chains. But then Kinsella is different. She was pure. She was innocent. And she didn’t need money like those girls. She didn’t need to brag about spending a night with me. She didn’t need to even be with me in bed.

"I want that on the record now. I'm not missing it. I don't care if it's on a Tuesday in the middle of nowhere. I will be there. I will be the one crying in the front row. I want that to be understood." "I know," Elijah said. "You're in the planning. You've always been in the planning." "Good," she said. "Now go home. You just got engaged. Go home." They went home. The August night was warm and the city was doing what cities did in August—slightly more itself, slightly less managed, the particular summer quality of a place that ran hot and didn't apologise for it. The streets were full of people who had stepped outside to escape the heat of their apartments, couples and groups and solitary w

‘Should have done this earlier,’ she thought morosely. She slumped in the seat once again. It had started drizzling, and her eyes mapped two raindrops racing against each other. Her eyes felt heavy. ‘it’s the last stoppage anyway,’ was the last thought before exhaustion overtook her senses. ~~~~~ The bus had come to a jerking halt, effectively waking Summer in the process. She winced against the morning light. She blinked several times and tucked a few stray hairs behind her ear. Many passengers had got off while some were in the process of doing so. She slung the backpack on her shoulder and got off. The city still looked asleep, maybe just stretching its arms and in the process of waking u

EMBERLY LYNNWOOD The freezing, biting autumn wind whipped aggressively through the towering concrete canyons of the college campus, forcing me to bury my freezing hands deep into the oversized pockets of my heavy gray hoodie as I hurried away from the literature building. The sprawling, bustling metropolis of Junylria always felt exactly like an overwhelming sensory overload, a massive city filled with honking yellow taxis, towering glass skyscrapers, and thousands of rushed pedestrians who were completely oblivious to the dangerous decisions secretly running their government.

They were not drivers; they were merely the passengers who had climbed into the back of a coal wagon that was already rolling down a frozen slope toward a closed gate. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver pendant, allowing it to rest flat in his open palm. The metal was dull under the leaden sky, its crescent engraving filled with a thin crust of white frost that he had to clear away with his thumb. As his skin touched the silver, a short, vivid memory returned to him—a memory of Summer from the night before she left the city for the last time. They had been sitting on the steps of the old amphitheater, the air warm and thick with the scent of wild mustard from the common fie

Summer The moment I saw the men, I froze. My eyes locked with theirs, and fear wrapped itself around my heart so tightly that I could barely breathe. There was something terrifying about the way they looked. Their faces held no trace of kindness or humanity. They looked like predators that had finally cornered their prey, and I was that prey.