Summer Nights Series Novels & Stories

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

They grappled. “Stop it!” Wendy yanked them apart. “Miles, that’s enough!” Miles was out of breath. “You’re siding with him? Our seven years don’t mean as much as some guy you’ve known for a few months?” “Seven years?” Wendy let out a cold sneer, “The last two years, your mother would deliberately pour boiling hot water on my hand, but you just told me to put up with it. I only got four hours of sleep a night just to take care of her. And you think that's okay?”

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

Bethany's expression froze, the joy in her eyes vanishing as sheer panic took its place. The terror she felt was laid bare in front of Mitchell, and in that moment, it looked almost comical. Though it was the height of summer, Bethany felt a chill crawl over her skin, a chill that had nothing to do with the weather. She had already experienced the madness that Mitchell could descend into for Heather's sake, twice now, and the fear of reliving it a third time made her stomach turn.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

Those nightmares still haunt her. ''Oh, okay.'' Lauren was a little disappointed but the improvement which Elysia had shown today was worth appreciating. So, she decided not to push her limits. Still, there was one thing which she hadn't recovered from. Solitude at night... 'what if he comes again at night?' She was immediately frightened. ''Can I sleep with you tonight?'' She asked Lauren. Lauren nodded her head, ''Sure."

But when a passion led to an unplanned pregnancy, would the wild CEO succumb to marriage? ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ Romance Books by Agatha Rose THE SUMMERS SERIES 1. Dark Deception (Declan Summers & Ma Qingshan) 2. Dark Betrayal (Thornton Summers & Ava Smith) ⪼⪼ 3. Taming The Wild CEO (Javier Summers & Ella Stanford) ⪻⪻⪻ 4. Fuck You and All of Your Bullshits (Clarabelle Summers & Dean Westminster)

This time Summer looked away. She spent the majority of the day in her room doing nothing. Her thoughts meshed into one another like different colours splattered and mixed on a palette— messy and ugly. The elderly couple had gone to work, leaving food and keys. Liam had said to call them if she needed them. Summer wanted to get up, do something productive, but she simply did not have the energy to do anything. She felt tired, yet sleep evaded her. --**--

Dante doesn't want to leave me and a part of me wants him to stay. It is almost sunrise and I can't sleep after my brush with death. On the side table next to the bed are little appetizers and candies, my favorite sweets. Cow livers. I stick a fork in them and suck the blood out, slowly turning them grey, but their blood is nothing close to Ray's. Nothing compares to Ray.