Summer Series Book Novels & Stories

She is not a Salve and she will never become a Slave even if it endangers her life. *Note* This story is completely separate from the next one in the series and can be read independently

But I struggle to tell them apart, seeing as I have spent no time with either of them. His eyes glazed over. “Summer is in the library. Let me escort you there.” he then guided me through the palace hallways. “Don’t worry Christina. We will make a place for you.” I give him a weak smile. “Thanks.” I tell him as he opens the door for me. “Hey love, someone here needs you.” He says. Summer looks up from her book and invites me over to join her. “How can I help?” she asks.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

Talk about cliché with handsome guys. "Summer. Hello?" Yvonne shook me hard. "Dude, are you even listening to me?" "Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I wandered off," "Yeah, you did. Anyways, I would like to introduce you to some people," She said smiling. "Summer, they are all a part of "the squad". They don't have a name because they think it's too overrated. Anyways, They are all sophomores," She pointed her finger to the guy the utmost left and began introducing, "This is Ryder Hudson, Ian Hastings, Liam Brown, Preston Miller an—"

There is a crumpling silence in the hall. I hurriedly continue before hell breaks loose and someone interrupts me. “I got to know Soleil, after one of the volunteer who I have in the stable was tragically murdered. She was tortured to death by Casper Peterson, it was terrible”. I lick my lips. “The girl was Miss Summer’s friend. We sought comfort from each other, fell in love and soon after I discovered she is a witch. Therefore, it became difficult to hide my true nature. It went a little crazy when I found out

Summer focused on her journal, while River focused on the story book that Summer lent him. Occasionally, Summer hummed a little. Occasionally, River giggled. However, there was no interaction between them until River closed the book he had finished reading. "Summer, are you done?" River asked while tilting her head, checking what Summer had written. Summer shook her head. "Not yet. I still have to write a few more things. Have you finished reading my book?" River nodded. "Yes, this is a very good book. I don't believe you said your book didn't sell. I think your book deserves to be displayed on the bestseller shelf. Your adventures are so exciting and funny. Is it true that your favorite she

She trudges to the closet, opens it and peruses through the clothes, The book is unsuspecting, nothing in it screams magic except for the usual symbols. Summer frowns at the book. If her mother had given her this book thinking that she would make use of it then she had been wrong. She is useless, even if she is a seer. She had never been a help to anyone. Her decrepitating thoughts come to a halt when her phone rings. She hastily put the book back into the bag and picks up the device. “Hello, Barbara,” she mumbles. “Are you okay?” she asks as if sensing her distress in her voice. Summer made a noncommittal sound. “Okay, I called to tell you that we will be late. Don’t worry and if you decide

"For meeting? How long?" "Ren, I'm thinking of bringing you with me." He stopped scrolling, halting in the middle of a digital book he saved to read. "Sure. How long?" She went silent for a while. "For summer. I have meetings to do at home. Most of them couldn't come to Canada and Japan seems to be our main place." "Okay. I'll tell Noah." "Preliminaries start in summer in Japan. If we are unable to attend, you can stay a little longer to see the start of the Spring Tournament."

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?”

Not the kind of guy you wanted following you at night. “Let me go!” I snapped, trying to sound braver than I felt. My voice cracked anyway. “I’ll scream. My sister will—” “Your sister,” the man interrupted smoothly, “That is exactly why I’m here.” He released my backpack but stayed close, blocking my escape. “I’m a friend of Summer’s. Been trying to reach her for days. She’s not replying to texts. Not picking up calls. You wouldn’t happen to know where she is, would you?”