Summer Reading For Adults Novels & Stories

“Dad’s just in shock from the ‘state’ of the camp. Half-naked boys and you in a bikini.” Understanding flickered in her eyes, and she laughed. “There’s a lake right near the camp, Mr. Hart. It’s a welcome-back-to-summer theme. We don’t walk around half-naked all the time.” She smirked. “No matter how tempting it is.” I nearly choked. *Jesus, Stacy.* It took two supervisors to assure my dad that I would survive the summer. Even then, he left me with a list of *don’ts*, *don’t even think about its*, and enough kisses to make me want to crawl into my grave.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

Maybe I was destined to feel this only for him. "Well we have to leave you now, Joshua has to open up the salon and I have to meet with the real estate agency." Anthony said as he and Joshua got up. "Well see each other this weekend for camping, Summer you said you know a perfect spot." Huh, Summer had no clue, somehow I think she never even went camping. "Yes, my driver will pick us all up and drop us off." Summer said, her eyes shined as she looked at Anthony. It was either the shine of love or the shine of a hangover, either way it was nice to see.

she sighed, “I’m sorry kids but it’s not in my power, I really thought he heard me that day.” “Don’t worry kids, we usually hold camping holidays here every summer so you can sign up if you want and will get to come back and play actual games with opponents. It’s usually fun and we hope you kids can make it. You will also get the chance to meet students your age and get to make new friends. We hope you will join us this summer,” Acacia smiled warmly to everyone and some mumbled while some nodded and some just kept quiet. I was among the quiet group.

Aunty Mimi wanted to tag along but they resfused claiming she was meant to rest. When they got to the playground, Joy was so happy when she saw various things she could do. Beatrice laughed at her smile. "Your look makes it seem that this is your first time" Beatrice said nonchalantly while Joy held her hand. "Yes, this is my first time" she said happily and Beatrice's eyes widened when she heard her. "How do you spend your weekends?" Beatrice asked with a shocked expression still plastered on her face. "I do follow Aunty Mimi into the garden sometimes, and do some painting, and sometimes, I play video games if dad is less busy. And that is really really rare."

I had a replay of the entire day as I lay in bed. Recalling first day of school, I can barely wait for the school year to be over. Everyone was talking about their summer break, what they did, the parties they attended, their many love interests and so on. Their experiences made my summer holiday look lame. While they spent time at the beach, I spent mine hiking muddy trails. While they were getting their hair and nails done, I was getting kids to go to bed. They were having the time of their life while I dewormed dogs at the pet clinic. I enjoyed Eastern Springs Campout but after listening to everyone recount their summer experiences, I really hoped no one would ask me what I did over the s

the precocious ten-year-old pouted, “I don’t want to spend the summer going to the same old camps at the museums here. They’re boring.” Shuffling through the printed pages her daughter had printed and collected of youth outdoor programs available in summer Moab, Teri chuckled. “Kayaking. Ziplining. Rock climbing. I can see you have something more dramatic in mind.” She sobered, looking at the descriptions, mostly of outdoor camps many with camping, some four or five days long. “Kiddo, most of these are overnight camps. None of your friends or anyone we know will be there.” Zoe rolled her eyes, sighing. “Mama, there’ll be other people there. I’m not like you. I can always find someone to hang

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.

“Now, we have our usual summer booth camp during summer school. For those joining us for the first time, it's practice every single day for at least four hours with breaks in between for those who have grades to catch up with. Your grades are important because you paid to school here for that kind of education. We will be having visitors from the neighboring packs during this program. We have a three week intensive training which would be rotated between the coaches from the other school to give me a break from screaming at all of you all the time. The cheerleaders are here because they have to work on their own program and anyone who wants to work with us but not on the team is free to meet

After a while…. I said gently, “The pack is starting a special drill for the children. It’s part of their formal registration within the pack, but it’s more than just that. We’re organising a week-long summer camp. It is structured, safe, and full of opportunities. The kids will be trained in basic defense, survival tactics, therapy through movement, creative expression, teamwork and more. As you know, our pack has ranked first in this program across the entire kingdom for years. The seats are always limited, and this year is no different. Nobles, officials, and many are already lining up to get their children enrolled.” I looked at Elizabeth, “Why don’t you consider sending the kids? I mean