Novel & Cerita Summer Night Book

Solomon also looked helpless, but he really missed that noisy little girl in his heart. After watching TV with him for a while, Summer returned to the room and soaked herself in the warm bathtub for half an hour before coming out. She did not feel asleep. Sitting in front of the window, she flipped through a book casually in her hands. As she turned pages of the book, not only did her heart not calm down, but a little more...upset... Opening the window and closing her eyes quietly, Summer felt the warmth in the wind, and gradually calmed down.

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

I’ll shatter it before dawn, and I’ll make her thank me for it. ═══════⊹⊱♚⊰⊹═══════ What Awaits Author’s Note: You’ve met the firebrand. You’ve seen the king fracture. Now—watch the tower burn. Midnight Crown is a dark romance built on crime, obsession, betrayal, and slow-burn war between two people who should have destroyed each other—but didn’t. Because control is never clean, and neither is love. You’ll drown in silence and secrets as the story unfolds through four arcs:

Unable to sleep, Hilda tossed and turned. In the early dawn of the morning, she suddenly heard the sound of rain hitting the eaves. Hurriedly putting on her nightgown, she got out of bed, pushed open the window, and saw an unexpected summer rain. The weather in August was hot and humid so every time it rained, the air was filled with hot steam. Standing by the window, Hilda reached out. Feeling the cold raindrops fall into her palm, she finally relaxed.

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]

But she did not realize how quickly it could turn into nighttime. "The sun was up just a moment ago," she whispered. "Seconds ago, actually. Why is it slowly turning nighttime already? This is too--" her whole body jolted as a book popped out right in front of her. It glowed, as if inviting Verena to open the pages under the moon that is slowly coming up to its place. "The cursed book," she whispered. "Why the hell is this here? How could this book follow me in my dream?" "Am I draping or is this..."

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.... •••

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

She was still wearing her birthday crown. "Are you sleepy?" I asked. She nodded. "When Daddy comes home, will he still put the birthday crown on me?" But Alfred never came home. Bella suddenly spiked a fever in the middle of the night. I called Alfred over and over, but the line just kept ringing before the call was sent straight to voicemail. The pediatric ER at midnight was a chaotic chorus of children's crying. Burning up and miserable, Bella gripped my collar tightly and murmured, "It hurts so much, Mommy."

The ancient library was a tomb of forgotten knowledge, its towering shelves heavy with dust and the faint metallic tang of old paper. Freya had always preferred the night shift. The quiet wrapped around her like a lover’s cloak, letting the shy 24-year-old lose herself in books rather than people. Her pale skin glowed under the dim lamps, dark curls framing wide green eyes that hid a secret restlessness--a hunger she didn’t yet understand. But only 'Yet' Tonight, the storm outside howled against the tall windows. Lightning flashed as she carried a stack of restricted occult volumes toward the back. A presence filled the air, cold and ancient, making the hairs on her neck rise.