Summer Nights Book Novels & Stories

Watching television had not quite worked out for Mercy either time that she had tried it, so she decided to spend her day reading a book. Luna Isabella had recommended something called Little Women to her, which she said was a classic, and so far, Mercy was enjoying it. She’d curled up in the window seat in the bedroom she’d been sleeping in. Outside, fall leaves fluttered from the trees, spreading a blanket of color all over the velvety lawn. Mercy’s eyes kept wandering away from the words, even though she did like the book. Once her eyes strayed from the words, they quickly slipped to August.

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?"

“Every summer. Every year. I’m yours.” He kisses the bite marks on my neck, hand stroking the firm dome of my stomach. “Damn right you are, Noah. All mine.” *** The last night of August is thick with heat and cicadas, the kind of humid that makes the sheets stick to skin. The bedroom window is cracked open, moonlight spilling silver across the bed where I lie on my side, belly so round now I can’t see my own cock past it. The stretch marks glow like pale lightning under Levi’s oil-slick fingers as he traces them reverently.

And as we toasted in the middle of the chaos, laughter echoing through the house, Dad rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Lord, help me. I’m gonna need stronger beer.” But there was a smile hiding under his gruff tone. And somehow, between the madness, the mortification, and the mess of leftover ribs, I realized something… This was home. Loud. Wild. Slightly traumatic. But full of love. And Jaxon? He was right where he belonged in the middle of it. So was I. Chapter 117 – What Happens Now Harper’s POV June first. The official start of summer. The season of bare feet, mosquito bites, and iced tea that sweats

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

“Are you interested in some props for the Last Day of Summer Fest? We offer free juice and photos on the side.” “When is the day?" “Pardon?” Valentina looked over at her like she was staring at a grade two child. “When is the fest?” Colleen had no idea so she looked to Tobias for help and thankfully, he answered. “21st of this month. A few superstars like Johnny Crane, and Naomi Statham will be in attendance. I would recommend you get a summer hat for the occasion but unfortunately, we’re sold out. So, how about a tee shirt?”

He just pissed me off making my blood boil. I prepared a lecture I would give Justin before dropping the ‘you’re in charge’ bit. In the throne room for a second I believed he would mark my neck… The window cast a moonbeam in the hall illuminating the walls. I felt the magic there. The summer Solstice was approaching.

Watch his knuckles go white on the steering wheel. We're driving into a trap. A carefully orchestrated trap designed to take Neah. And we have fifty-six minutes to figure out how to spring it without losing her. Ahead, smoke rises on the horizon. Iron Valley is burning. And somewhere in that fire, a scientist who thinks he owns my sister is waiting to collect his prize. Over my dead body.

"Retreat if need be. Better a tactical retreat than a disastrous stand. But understand this, you must seek out the others. The ancient tales are all true—Winter, Vernal, Summer, and Autumn—they existed." And there it was, the final piece of the puzzle. A grand revelation that turned my once-normal world into an epic saga, and in this whirlwind of romantic comedy, magic, and danger, I found myself at the heart of a story I never knew I was destined to lead.

The moonlight shining down on the pages illuminated the words in a way that made them seem to come alive. Without thinking, Verena sat down in the nook by the window and used the full moon as her light. She began to read from the book. "Seriona," she read the name written as the title of the first chapter. The story was captivating, and she was drawn in by the tale of werewolves. It was about a pack, led by their king, Lucas, who were cursed by a powerful witch named Seriona to only be alive inside the book. They were inside their own world where they could no longer harm humans, and the world was called Lunaria. The tale sent shivers down her spine; it was so wonderfully written, and the em