Summer Nights Book Novels & Stories

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.

The eyes were full of hope and determination, and the only thing that he could remember before he woke up. A chill shoot through his body as he shivered in his bed. It's only the first week of Spring, maybe he shouldn't be sleeping with his shirt off just yet, but the anticipation for summer was simply killing him. Eating him from the side. The son of Helios loved summer. Obviously. He was used to the heat and warmth. A smile curled his lips as he was aware that the summer was going to be a good one—he can feel it maybe because most of his mischievous and loud half-siblings were gone back home to their mother's place.

How could they when she was the big-man-in-charge? Leaving the idea of reading behind, I pushed back the covers to my bed and sank in. Gentle coolness caressed my legs as I slipped in deeper. They were white satin, as summer heat couldn't be avoided, even if some could control the weather. Very few Tonitura, weather dragons, lived with us, thus making the heat all the more insufferable knowing someone somewhere could keep it at bay. Winter was more my scene. The stars were brighter, the sky clearer, plus, winter didn't have mosquitoes. If I could eradicate all flying insects except for bees and butterflies, they would have died out more than 300 years ago.

Every moment of affection, every kiss, every whisper carried with it an unresolved conflict—a struggle between love and jealousy, between two hearts intertwined in passion, and a third heart watching from afar. ... It was the beginning of summer— a summer that arrived only after winter had bid farewell to Naomi and Adel, carrying away every betrayal and sorrow into the folds of oblivion, never to return. And with its warm light, a joyful summer came to Naomi and Adel, restoring to them the love that had once been stolen. .... The Next Day A Day Filled with Joy Naomi awoke feeling a lightness she hadn’t known in years. She stretched her arms while still lying beside Adel, blinked softly, and

--- The summer is warm. Sofia spends her days with friends — at the beach, at the mall, at sleepovers that leave Celeste staring at the ceiling until dawn. "She's fine," I say. "I know." "Then why are you awake?" "Because I'm worrying." "That's the same thing." --- The residency in Portugal hosts a summer reading. Writers from around the world gather in the garden. Sofia doesn't sit in the front row anymore — she sits in the back, on the grass, with her friends.

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.

Summer takes up most of that time with the planning of her eighteenth birthday party, and on the night, I hold my breath as we wait for her to find her mate. Summer’s plans are shattered when the night ends, and she has looked into the eyes of every single male that was there and not one was her mate. The morning after Summer’s birthday, our house has a huge dark cloud hanging over it. Summer refuses to get out of bed. She refuses to eat, and she point-blank refuses to go to school. She only has a couple of weeks of school left, but according to my melodramatic daughter, her life has ended and there is no need for her to finish school.

At five, he's now getting too big to sit on my husband's shoulders. Of course, summer feels far away now. Of course, summer feels far away now, so different from the thrilling chaos of my youth, those nights spent lost in the rapture of music, the thrill of strangers' kisses, and the intoxicating rush that seemed to stretch endlessly into dawn. How long has it been since I stayed up past midnight, or did something by myself, instead of sitting in front of my laptop or taking care of my kid in this flat that is starting to feel suffocatingly small?

** Be advised this chapter contains contents such as nonconsensual moments** The Winters’ great hall was quieter than usual. The fire in the hearth had burned low, but the tension in the air kept the family awake long after the sun rose. Celeste sat at the long table, her brothers flanking her on either side, her parents across.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.