Novel & Cerita Summer Season Chapter 1

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.

It was so frequent that I even wondered if he was deliberately waiting there, just to catch me. Thanks to Willow, I survived the winter. However, I was greedy. I wanted to live until summer and die under a blazing sun. Whenever I said things like that, Willow would lecture me, her words sharp and unforgiving. If she hadn’t secretly turned away to wipe her tears afterward, she might have sounded more convincing. I’d been given too many painkillers. They barely worked anymore. Sometimes, the pain would keep me awake for days on end; other times, I would fall into a deep, heavy sleep.

And as we toasted in the middle of the chaos, laughter echoing through the house, Dad rolled his eyes and mumbled, “Lord, help me. I’m gonna need stronger beer.” But there was a smile hiding under his gruff tone. And somehow, between the madness, the mortification, and the mess of leftover ribs, I realized something… This was home. Loud. Wild. Slightly traumatic. But full of love. And Jaxon? He was right where he belonged in the middle of it. So was I. Chapter 117 – What Happens Now Harper’s POV June first. The official start of summer. The season of bare feet, mosquito bites, and iced tea that sweats

This novel is owned by Ailana Misha Please, don’t copy and remake! Summer had come, the cold of winter seemed to disappear when the change of season began on December. Many types of summer flowers bloomed in this hot weather, even a lot of people had already scheduled outdoor vacations on weekends.

“She’s on your side, or at least claims to be… Aren't you… friends of some sort?" She chuckled and shook her head. "You sweet summer child." My face heated. "What does that mean?" "It's a saying about children and seasons." "Is this… from across the border?" She nodded. "A child born in a season only remembers the season after. Summer children only see the outcomes: the harvest of fall. They don't see the blistering days of tilling the land, the winter, etc. You are a summer child: optimistic, full of hope. It's adorable and attractive on you, and… surprising."

Bella dashed to the door and placed two umbrellas next to it, while I walked over and zipped up her school bag for her. A gentle breeze swept past the window, carrying the rich, malty scent of fresh bread from the streets below. Somewhere out there, spring was quietly blooming. The world outside our door was silent and vast. We weren't waiting for anyone to come and take us home anymore. We had found our own way.

“What happened then?” “Then,” I said. Lying down next to him. Next to Ivy’s crib. Next to Isla’s crib. “Then monsters came back. But we beat them. And we came home. And now it’s Day 7. And we’re writing Chapter 58.” “Is Chapter 58 good,” Alex asked. Yawning. “Chapter 58 is first steps,” Adrian said. “And school buses. And dogs. And donuts. And coming home. So yeah, buddy. Chapter 58 is good.”

The Saturday March afternoon held them in its warmth — the returning light, the season keeping its promise, the year proceeding at the pace the year required. Everything is proceeding. End of Chapter One Hundred and Sixty-Six

Chapter: Morning in His Arms Summer’s POV When I opened my eyes, sunlight was already spilling through the sheer curtains, painting the room in a soft, golden haze. For a few seconds, I didn’t know where I was. My mind was foggy, drifting between dreams and reality, until I felt the steady rhythm of a heartbeat beneath my cheek. My eyes fluttered open fully. Alexander.

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