Summer Reading Romance Novels & Stories

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

she countered softly. But even she couldn’t help remembering the summers when they were young—back when the lake was their whole world, and falling in love was as natural as breathing, and just as dangerous. Nights that smelled like bonfire smoke, kisses stolen on the dock, promises whispered too quickly. Then the fights, the lies told to parents, the lines blurred between discovery and destruction. Marianne finally drank, the wine sharp and earthy on her tongue. “We thought we were invincible,” she said, more to herself than Elena.

He was afraid he might die before he could confess his feelings and give me the perfect proposal he had promised me. That was why he kept reminding himself to go to Fall University and confess to me on Richmond Road—the place where he had first met me, and it was true love at first sight. Yet ironically, the repeated reminder was the very reason that caused his memory loss. Now, three years had passed, and I had suffered so much, living with a version of Ethan whose memories were frozen at eighteen years old. No one understood better than him that eighteen-year-old Ethan had been a complete jerk, just wearing a mask of obedience.

She needed to get back to work with Jason, to feel that spark ignite again. Months passed in a blur of classes and longing, but finally, summer arrived like a promise. Lena's dad, ever practical, asked Jason if he'd hire her back for the season. Jason agreed without hesitation, his response cool over the phone. Lena's pulse raced at the thought. She packed her bags with a mix of excitement and nerves, her body already humming in anticipation. She expected things to pick up right where they left off, steamy, intense, his dominance wrapping around her like a vice, the aftermath had been silent, unresolved. She wanted to talk about it, to bridge the gap, but now, with summer stretching ahead, s

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."

The young woman sitting by me stopped her game and watched me rant in astonishment. When I ran out of angry words, she clapped her hands in succession, and it echoed in the silence. "Well said, Princess, but I think someone lied to you, just like they lied to some of them over there," she said, pointing to a point in the room's corner. "Over there in the blue dress is Princess Kit of the Blue Brook Pack. She was given away as an alliance gift to the Lycan King and found herself as a slave here the very next day. Following her is Princess Yvette from the distant pack region of the werecats. She was told that she was to be matched with the Lycan Prince. She has not gotten over the deceit that

Summer lies there catching her breath while I place peppery kisses on her. "Te Amo mi querida princessa." "I love you more my prince " We kiss deeply, then I flip her over so that she is lying on me. She gazes lovingly at me and I kiss her letting her feel all my emotions. I certainly would lay my life down for her. After a little rest, I scoop her up and take her to the bathing pool. There I clean her up and we take our time quietly appreciating each other till Summer breaks the silence.

I reply with a wide grin and squeeze her unhurt knee. “Thank you, that is sweet of you, and I appreciate it.” she kisses my cheek before taking a sip of her wine, “So what brings you here for the summer?” she asks. I turn to look at her, and she is watching me, “I needed to get away from my hectic life.” I shrug. I didn’t want to go into detail. “Maybe we can keep each other company this summer?” she suggests, “Yes, sounds perfect. And once you feel better, we can swim in the lake.” She used to love swimming in the lake.

Summer took a few deep breaths, steadying her heart beat. She sneaked up behind the curtain,not wanting to startle him,mainly because she still felt a bit nervous. Standing dumbstruck , she watched Bobby kiss Brook passionately, squeezing her buttocks against the piano. "No,No,No. This is not it. It can't be " her Luna screamed from the inside. Summer's mind was fuzzy,her heart felt like it was sliced into tiny pieces. Tears streamed down her cheek as she watched them gliding their hands all over eachother. Brooks mini dress was now looking like a crop top.

It could heal the deepest wounds and romantic feelings. Summer could personally relate to it. She had been head-over-heels in love with Hank. She had even imagined marrying him, having his children, and aging with him until the end of their time. But it had ultimately been a fantasy that would never come true.