Novel & Cerita Summer Night Book

Summer POV "Oh my goodness, they are coming!" Tania screams clutching her head. "Who Tania? Who is coming?" Hermes questions but Tania seems not to hear him. She keeps swaying side to side murmuring things we cannot fully discern. "It's daybreak. The sun is barely up and they are here. No. No it's not this place. Oh God Summer! You have to help your brother Lenny. Help him they are eating everyone up in their way. What are they Summer? Please tell me what are they?"

all there invited guest had returned to their home. it was 7:30 pm already, the Adams family set to take there leave. jasper and Benjamin were lightly drunk. since Benjamin doesn't fancy the service of domestic worker except for Franca who has been Niyola's Nanny from birth. Benjamin, you're drunk and Tasha can not drive at night due to her night blindness, I advise that you guys should sleep over tonight and you will go home tomorrow morning. Lola said while her husband who was now miserably drunk just shake his like a lizard.

Hell, get laid! Autumn smiled. She could almost hear Rachel's voice, urging her. Pushing her. Autumn: Thanks. Rachel: Any time. Oh and limit yourself to two drinks, cookie. I remember you and the margaritas at the convention. Autumn laughed at that one. Typing her thank you, she signed off and went to get ready. She didn't ever remember being this nervous about a date-if you could call this a date-before in her life. * * *

Layla couldn’t sleep. She kept tossing on the bed, making herself dizzy to feel sleepy yet remained active instead. The night in the capital was different from when she’s in Zev's mansion in the peninsula. Fewer insects were buzzing outside in the trees, but the chattering of people in the nearby stalls and stores which were still open for business even at the late hour filled her ears. Without a doubt, the capital was a more lively place and this fact annoyed Layla.

Moonlight came through the big windows. I moved to his desk first. Drawers were locked. I tried the bookshelves next. Nothing. Then I noticed a small painting on the wall. It looked different. I lifted it carefully. Behind it was a hidden safe. My heart raced. I tried numbers. My birthday. Nothing. Sarah’s birthday. The safe clicked open. Inside were papers and a small black book. I pulled out the book. My sister’s diary. Real leather. Her handwriting on the first page. Tears came fast as I read.

The Book didn’t whisper that night; it screamed through the stillness of the house. Autumn jolted awake at precisely 3:33 a.m., her heart racing as she blinked at the sight before her. The Book pulsed with a ghostly light at the foot of her bed, its pages fluttering violently like trapped birds, despite the windows being securely shut against the autumn chill. The pendant that hung around her neck, an ornate piece of silver filigree, felt uncomfortably cold against her collarbone, as if it were absorbing the warmth from her skin.

On a warm summer night two years ago in June, I had come home earlier than expected from a trip to the mall with Kyra. Quietly opening my bedroom door, hearing slapping sounds of skin on skin from within, I balked at the sight of Randy fucking Katie Connelly in the ass on my bed.

Chapter V: Memories It was a little blurry and muddled but Ren was sure it was a tiny memory of long back then. It was from one of his adventures as a rebellious child, he’s small though. He likes to escape and sneaks out of the house whenever the babysitter has fallen asleep, but Ren is a good little kid you see, he always makes sure to be back before they notice he’s missing. It was near winter, the remnants of autumn season was slowly fading and the wind began to get more chilly in the morning and every night. Although not cold enough to puff a smoke when talking.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

--- Elsewhere… Nelly Couldn’t Finish the First Page Nelly sat in her room, sadness weighing heavily on her face. She felt as if Naomi had taken Adel from her completely. She stepped out, hesitant, and stopped at Naomi’s door. Her hand trembled as she reached for the handle… then slowly turned it. The room lit up. It was neatly arranged. On the table lay a book Naomi had been reading. She approached and picked it up. The title read: “Your Eyes Found Me – A Novel” She turned off the light and left.