Summer Novels Novels & Stories

Please leave a comment on which title you’d like to read the most and why. “The Summers Series” - steamy, billionaire love stories ( there are mafia - billionaire as well ) #1 Viva Lust Vegas (Tiffany Summers’s story). Tiffany Cromwell was born into one of the oldest families in Britain and led a proper life. Until one day, she decided to go to Las Vegas and enjoy a bit of freedom before she had to go back to England and marry her soulmate — someone who would accept her despite her current situation. What she failed to foresee was that she would end up waking up in a bed with a sexy stranger. Imagine her surprise when the said stranger claimed to be her husband. Upon the death of his little

I agreed. “Wanna watch Pretty Little Liars?” she asked. “Do I?” I giggled. “But we could really use some popcorn or pizza” Summer sighed. “Yeah, but we can't. Your devilish grandmother is here” I reminded her in a whisper. Summer laughed. “She hates people who eat junk food. She can't bear it. She thinks it's unhealthy” Summer air quotes. “And she's not wrong but she is going about it the wrong way. I mean she's trying to turn everyone into a vegetarian and honestly speaking, being a vegetarian is literally against our nature. We're were-freaking-wolves for crying out loud!” she groaned.

August 15th (Saturday) Finn came by to visit James, Sunny, and, of course, sweet Mrs. Sweeney. James happened to have a bad summer cold. He kept coughing and sneezing as his mother looked at him and said, "Boy! That awful cold better be gone before the trip, and I sure hope I don’t catch it! " Finn then looked at Mrs. Sweeney as he asked, "When are you guys going?" “And for how long? “

Steven smiled and wondered if that pretty little thing… Rowena… would join him. ***** Butterflies fluttered inside her stomach as Rowena slipped the last of her new lingerie into her suitcase and zipped it shut. “Oh, God… I don’t know… Maybe I should call this entire thing off…” she said looking at the suitcase. “Stop it, Rowe!” Summer exclaimed. “Summie… Am I doing the right thing?” Rowena sat on the bed next to her bag and looked at Summer. Her friend had come over to help her choose what to pack and for an abbreviated version of their girls’ night.

I look at the book in his hand. It was a cartoon novel. You know, those comic novels about historical characters. I read the title, and I shook my head. “That’s a series, nakita ko yung trailer but I never watch it,” I tell him. He waves it in my face, “Let’s watch this, and let’s dress up like them when Halloween comes” he grins at me. I looked at him dumbfounded before taking the book in his hands and opening it. I looked at the graphic, and the characters, and read some of the lines. “I’ll be the female lead, no one else, I don’t want to be the pretending nice bitch here,” I tell him, and Brye cracks in a few laughs. He takes the book from me, “you are the female lead, Lili, I’ll be the s

Okay so in the story I haven’t mentioned how the main characters look. So here are their physical descriptions just to give you a heads up. :) Summer: 17 years old. Dark brown short hair, She wears glasses (not always, only when she plays video games or uses the computer) Pale skin. Average height. Brown eyes. She isn’t overweight nor shes thin.. she somewhere in the middle. you know curvy. :p tomboy. Ginger: 17 years old. Orange-Ginger long hair, she is fair, thin. She also has glasses. blue eyes. She's like the cute nerd.

"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.

Anna and I stood only inches from the edge of the rooftop. From where John stood, it must have looked like I was holding a knife to her throat. Anna suddenly leaned closer and let out a malicious chuckle. “Relax, I’ve got one more gift for you.” As soon as she said that, a swarm of reporters flooded the area below. They raised their cameras and microphones, shouting questions. “Ms. Summer, before you married Mr. Shaw, did you hide the fact that you had been assaulted?” “Ms. Summer, you’ve had no children for all these years. Is that because the assault left you with lasting complications?”

For the first time, Sieghal set foot again in his hometown, Shira—a small fishing town in North Yorkshire, England. It's not precisely sprawling but beautiful enough to be remembered as a place full of charm. Shira is this quaint little town nestled among cliffs and tall hills, flanked by a few mountains and rolling hills. Shira's sunsets are top-notch, the best anyone could find anywhere. It should be a perfect place to unwind from all life's chaos. Yet, for Sieghal, Shira is the last place he wants to be.

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.