Summer Sweetheart Novel Novels & Stories

She grabbed my hand and pulled me outside. The snow fell in large, soft flakes in a silence that felt vast and grand. We walked side by side beneath the streetlights, the thick snow crunching underfoot. "Are you cold?" Amelia asked me. "No." I shook my head. Inside, my heart was warm. Suddenly, Amelia stopped and turned to face me. "Charlie," she said seriously, "there's something I've been wanting to tell you." I looked at her. Snowflakes fell on her hair, eyelashes, and shoulders. Her eyes sparkled, like they were filled with starlight.

“They are expected to be there tomorrow.” Ah yes, the flowers. I’d arranged for a dozen white roses and another dozen red roses to be delivered to Summer. It was a reminder that she belonged to me. And now, she would have no choice but to think of me whenever she looked at them. “And the box of candy?” I asked Gloria. Gloria’s smile widened. “Sí, Señor Nicholas.” When Luca had done some digging into Summer’s background, he discovered she was a sugar junkie, never leaving the house without a candy bar.

Chapter Four: Beneath the Surface The pool glows in the dark like a secret held too long. It’s just after midnight. The storm’s long gone, leaving the air heavy with summer and want. Crickets hum in the hedges, a low symphony under the stillness. The stone patio is warm beneath Grace’s bare feet as she steps outside, the glass door sliding shut behind her with a soft click. She doesn’t bring a towel. Doesn’t bring a swimsuit either.

CASSANDRA The pulsing between my thighs just won’t go away. It’s been there since my lesson yesterday with Rhett, along with a tingling sensation like I’ve been transformed into a bubbling can of lemon seltzer. I press my legs together as I lounge on the green velvet chaise in my room. I’m reading a book Clarisse brought me from the outside world. It’s a romance novel entitledBuilt from Stoneabout a girl who goes hiking and gets caught in a storm, only to be rescued by a rough mountain man who takes her home to his cabin where…thingshappen.

Ivan will move on, and all of this will just be a strange summer memory we both pretend never happened. Honestly, I was beginning to regret coming back here at all. I just wanted a break. A peaceful, quiet vacation. But instead, I got swept into something I never saw coming.

Luke's eyes followed me as I walked past him through the door, his arms still crossed. It was beautiful outside. A perfect spring day in the beginning of May. The news ran stories every night about how little snow we had received this year, but it was hard to complain when it was so gorgeous outside. The sky turned bluer every day as the heat of summer approached. Even though it was only May, I was wearing short sleeved shirts. The sun felt deliciously warm on my skin as I leaned up against the railing and looked out at the pine trees. This summer was going to be miserable, though. I could already feel the dryness in the air, the grass turning browner instead of greener. I couldn't remember

No one has found the bodies yet, though, so theres still a lingering hope out there that they're alive. I sigh as I crawl under the thick quilt, flicking on the lamo beside me as I pull out my latest find at Barnes and Nobels: The Winter Garden by the famous Kristin Hannah. This woman's books are truly amazing. Then, after an hour long reading session, I find my eyes beginning to shut against my will, so I set down the book on the bedside table and shut off the lamp. ~ The next morning...

Because of her rough actions earlier in the morning, her previously neatly combed fiery ginger hair was slightly messed up and her face and corners of her eyes were still slightly red making her look aggrieved rather than angry. She was also wearing a green summer dress, since it was around the Spring season, the weather was still warm so she decided to wear something light. “I understand...” Arya said after pondering on what to say. "Right," Arya spoke, calling his attention. "Are there any more servants? Apart from you of course..." Arya asked awkwardly. "Not at this moment, the others would be arriving soon." Blake answered without wasting anytime. Silence reigned for a few minutes, this

There was nothing remotely princess-like about my life in the orphanage. The whispers came and went—the kind of things people say when they think you’re not listening. About where I came from. About why I was left behind. Why I was unwanted. And though I eventually discovered the reason behind my last name, Summer, I reached a point where none of it really mattered. Whatever the truth was, it wouldn’t change anything. Not who I was. And certainly not how I felt about myself. Oh, and yes— Sadie Summer technically meant Princess of Summer. I was found on the doorstep during the summertime. If I’m being generous, maybe the caregivers thought they were giving me something sweet—something hopeful

Had what point exactly, had my fairytale begun to unravel? *** I sipped champagne from a crystal flute and hummed in pleasure as I took in the sprawling beauty of my holiday home. A raunchy romance novel sat open on my lap. My straw hat was firmly in place. A few yards away, Julian surfed in the ocean. We were on vacation in the Hamptons. Today was the last day of summer. I applied another layer of sunscreen to my arms. It smelled like vanilla and cinnamon—my signature scent. I was doing up my shoulders when I felt his eyes on me.