Summer Sweetheart Novel Novels & Stories

I was so thankful to God that we could finally get through all the problems despite the pain and sadness. And on that happy day, I sent some food and gifts to Megan and Erin. I hoped they were happy too. I love you Jay, Jansen, Jessie, and Grace. =============================THE END============================== Thank you for reading and supporting this book. You are precious to me and all that support means a lot to me. And my new book has been published, it has interesting plot, more romance and also steamy scene. The book title is "Possessive CEO: Chasing Me Back". Hope you like it and Love you.

, so why should I? Hans was still asleep, with his arm lodged deep in my bosom. Silently, I disconnected him from my body and crept towards the lake to watch my reflection under the bright moon. Removing Hans' robe slowly, I observed the marks he had left on my naked body. I had very fair skin, snow-white by definition, which went very well with my name, Winter. My skin got bruised easily, which Hans knew. I didn’t understand what he stood to gain by leaving these marks. Didn’t he know that I was fond of revealing outfits? Or was he trying to prove something to Charley?

I know so because, since I met Summer, we have not managed to have a proper date. What is the meaning of that dream? Is it foretelling the future or what? Is summer pregnant with triplets? I scoff and use my free hand to rub my eyes. The scent of flowers mainly daisies and lavender hit my nose. It is making my mouth water. I inhale greedily and close my eyes enjoying the calming effect of the scent of this wildflower. Hey, wait a minute. This. Is. My. Mate's. Scent! "Summer? SUMMER! Oh, goddess thank you. Thank you all the great witches departed, thank you all the wolf spirits. I missed you mi querida princessa. I .."

A calm voice came from above, "They're cherry blossoms." I froze and slowly lifted my head, only to meet Calvin's smiling eyes. The scent of oud wood mixed with alcohol lingered in the cool night air. This was strange. I hadn't drunk anything. Yet, I felt as if I were intoxicated. I couldn't remember how many years it had been since I last felt my heart stir like this. For adults, a flutter of the heart was rarer than diamonds. When it happened, it was like winning the lottery. An occurrence like this was pure luck.

I hurriedly closed the book and wiped my tears. " You are awake. Are you okay?" She asked with concern. "I'm fine ma." I replied her. "Here," she handed me a tray with a place of hot pepper soup on it. "I figured that you might need some nutrients." She smiled. Her warmth melted my heart immediately. "Thank you so much ma!" I appreciated. What's your name?" She asked me. "Summer." "I would be downstairs, if you need me, Summer." She said and went back downstairs.

I woke up on the day before Christmas Eve with a strange feeling in my chest—it wasn't anxiety, nor sadness. It was anticipation. For the first time since arriving at Snowfall Creek, Christmas didn't seem like a date to be endured, but something to be lived. I put on a long wine-colored wool dress, warm and comfortable, and went down to the main barn for breakfast. The hall was emptier than usual. Only a few families sitting, talking quietly. The buffet was set up, but it lacked the usual energy. And Rosa was missing.

“Come with me, baby.” She did for the fourth time, screaming my name into the night as she gushed all around my cock. “Ahhh….nghhggg…Kane…..mmmm….Kane” I buried myself to the hilt and let go, pulsing, flooding her, painting, claiming every inch of her. We stayed locked together, panting. Snowflakes starting to fall around us like a fucking movie. I pressed my forehead to hers. “Merry Christmas, Elena.”

"Got it!" Summer hugged Kristen. "Don't blame yourself, okay?" "Okay." Kristen nodded. After that, Summer let go and happily went off to look for Phoebe. In dramas and novels, the first snowfall was always portrayed as romantic and poetic. This was Summer's first winter after being reborn. Those three years in the asylum, every winter had felt unbearable. The floor was freezing cold, and the thin, ripped blankets offered no warmth. The meals had been frozen like lumps of ice, so each bite was hard to swallow.

It’s hard to get diagnosed, especially as a woman. Not everyone knows this but the first chapter, the prologue, of this book is the fourth draft. It was going to be completely different with her dealing with her ADHD but I started it all over again because Summer Hayes is a brilliant, strong person whose story doesn’t need to revolve around accepting ADHD. She is not her ADHD and I’m not my ADHD. I genuinely hope you enjoyed reading Summer and Damon’s story. Even though I struggled writing it in the beginning, I love this couple.