Summer Night Book Novels & Stories

The shorter skirt accentuated her long, tan legs, the flimsy tee shirt unable to hide her fully aroused nipples. I yanked the dish towel into my fingers, wiping my hands as I allowed my gaze to fall. “I thought I’d keep myself busy while you were getting Britney to bed.” Summer walked further into the room, taking a deep breath as she did so. “You are quite the hit with my daughter.” “I am, huh?” I returned the towel to the spot where she’d hung it over the stainless rung on the microwave and leaned against the counter. “How so?” “She won’t go to sleep without a story, but tonight she had me make up one about her new doggie. She calls him her best friend and decides to name him Julian.”

Summer yelled as she fumbled through her pocket and finally found her phone inside of her back pocket. "I've booked the ride home." Amira looked up to stare at her before clearing her voice. "Ugh ugh. Well, I'll be booking another ride then." Summer twitched her eyebrows before swiveling to look at Amira's full profile as she rubbed her eyes. "What do you mean you're booking another ride? Are you mad because Aiden left us? He's like that sometimes and you know that." Summer coaxed and Amira shook her head in negativity.

The morning sun was brilliant in its greeting the next day, but Aiden barely registered that it had risen at all, in favor of snuggling in deep against the man who was starting to feel like he’d always been there. At the very least, like he belonged there. They had had their fair share of all-night conversations over the years, had woken up on the squashy sofa in the Davis’ sunroom on mornings just like this, curled up next to one another where someone had kindly tucked them in with cozy blankets sometime in the early hours. But this morning, she was wrapped around the man in question, under her very own soft, warm duvet. Something she had let herself do in her sleep again, and something she

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

Remy (whisper against my neck): “Still not letting go, storm queen.” I kiss the coyote fang at his throat. Celeste: “Good. Because I’m keeping all of you. The lake can cry about it.” Above us, the stars rearrange themselves into one quiet sentence written in light: SUMMER ISN’T OVER YET. Eleven days left. We’re just getting started.

Part 4: Midsummer Dreams Summer Holiday tossed and turned in the middle of a dream that had visited on and off her whole life. She knew she was dreaming, but she didn't want it to end. The sand was warm beneath her feet and the surf lapped softly against the shore. No one else was around, just the two of them. The handsome, golden-haired man gazed at her with his midnight-blue eyes. He reached for her and she walked into his arms. He was mostly naked, a pair of cut-off jeans his only covering. She had on a sundress, with a bikini underneath. This part of the dream was the same, had been since she could remember. As she'd gotten older though, it had grown more and more explicit. Now, sometime

But he pushed the thought aside, choosing instead to focus on preparing for the encounter. As the castle settled into a deep silence, Summer found herself drifting into a restless sleep. Her dreams were vivid and strange, taking her to a place she had never seen before. She was standing in a dark, cold cave, with rough stone walls that seemed to press in around her. White cloth was wrapped around her body, binding her arms and legs, yet she felt no discomfort. Instead, there was a sense of calm that was almost hypnotic. Looking up, she saw a brilliant, full moon shining directly above her, casting a silvery glow over everything. She felt its pull, an inexplicable urge to reach toward it as i

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.

She began to caress it. The cat closed its eyes, enjoying her gentle touch. Irina had her free hand to hold a book from the elder. The weather was cool and refreshing made it perfect to read outside. So, she continued reading to make sure that she had all the content put into her head. Summer almost reached its end. She had experienced many things and become her true self, she also discovered her origin. Suddenly, she remembered The Cotts, book from her father. Then she changed the book in her hand and continued reading it.

The way he never tried to replace anything, never demanded space that wasn’t offered. The sun dipped lower, painting the sky in bruised purples and soft oranges, and by the time night settled in, a bonfire crackled near the edge of the beach. We sat around it, wrapped in blankets, the warmth fighting off the cold. Summer felt so good on vacation, even when it wasn’t really summer. Maybe it was the people. Maybe it was the absence of fear. Bibi had fallen asleep at some point, curled against Alan’s chest, her small fingers fisted in his sweater. He hadn’t moved for a long time, afraid to wake her.