Summer Nights Words Novels & Stories

Summer could feel her knees buckle as if she was about to freefall into an endless abyss. I have no parents . Those words swirled in her mind like a whirpool The banshee was staring at her contently, a soft melody was escaping from her lips. Lucien was transfixed by her, but he had not given up his guard. Summer could still feel the heat from his body against hers. "I want to know what you get out of this. Why the pretense" Summer finally asked

I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

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.

18 which I luckily read last night. “Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day? Thou art more lovely and more temperate: Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May, And Summer’s lease hath...” I hear her voice fade in the background as my eyes feel heavier. I don’t know how long I slept last night but I know whatever amount I managed to sleep last night wasn’t enough for me.

Those moments in the utility closet were the last I saw of him. My friends and I spent the summer basking in the sun, grilling, and playing in the backyard. We would have some plan or another every weekend, everything from attending concerts to holding water gun tournaments—in which Betty eventually arose as the undefeated champion—to barbecues filled with the scent of smoked meat and cold beer. All in all, it was an idyllic summer; late nights catching fireflies in mason jars, reading in shafts of sunlight, sewing in my little attic room.

It was 10:00 pm. The stars outside shone brightly, making Summer recall a nursery song, "Twinkle Twinkle Little Star." When she had been young, Amelia had often hummed that song to her before bedtime. Summer realized that she hadn't gone home in a long time. "I wonder how Dad and Mom are coping now," Summer mumbled to herself. It was the first time that she had been away from her house for so long. When she had been in university, she had gone home once a week.

“Fine, but because neither of them are on patrol tonight.” Summer howls, her tail wagging with excitement, her paws prancing happily. Her euphoria is contagious, seeping into my mood, turning me giddy. The first giggle bubbles past my lips. With new eagerness, I rush to my closet and grab a pair of tennis shoes.

When we eventually got there, they were sleeping, so we decided not to wake them. Mom and dad stared at them. “I kept your theme of names, mom.” She had a thing for seasons and weather names: “Maxwell Winter, Jaxon Storm and Eden Spring.” She cried. “My babies, babies. Their beautiful Summer. I have missed so much of their lives.”

Well, maybe I shall heal in time. A heavy sigh escapes my lungs, marveling the long night awaits. I know I won't easily get asleep right now, I usually don't, and it's only two a.m. Damn my life! I take a deep yawn while grabbing the bottle of water from the nightstand and gulp a bit. "Ah, that's better," I breathe, my throat refreshed. Fully aware of the resentment I have towards sweating, the summer has decided to grant me a vengeful visit. I quickly get up and turn on the fan, which allows my body to cool off gradually. The L.A heat is no joke this year.

The summer evening was the summer evening. The arrival. ---