Summer Time Saga Novels & Stories

Before I could say another word, the line disconnected, leaving behind nothing but the hollow beeping tone. The cold grew sharper and sharper, carving straight into my bones. Gritting my teeth, I pulled the blanket tighter around myself. Suddenly, my phone lit up with a notification. I turned my head slightly and saw that Morgan had just updated his social media. In the photo, he wore nothing but a thin short-sleeved shirt with a popsicle hanging from his mouth. 'So lucky Ms. Sheffield brought me a generator, or I would have frozen tonight too.' I stared at the picture for a long time.

The letters were neat and permanent. I stood under the sunlight, yet I felt like a rat that belonged in the shadows. I felt small and ashamed, like a person with no identity I could admit out loud. I swallowed the bitterness rising in my throat and answered quietly, “Just a distant relative.” The old man nodded. “That makes sense. If you were close family, there is no way you would have missed the memorial ceremony Mr. Ferguson held three years ago.” “You should have seen it. The whole thing was grand. Mr. Ferguson organized a private memorial for his parents and invited relatives, friends, and many important business people.”

The events of that year had been brought up again, and they could even file a case. After the police sat down, they asked, "Can you tell me when your child was aborted?" "August 9th, 2017," I replied, my voice trembling. There was no way I could ever forget the agony that day. I then recounted the events, and the statement was quickly taken down. Whilst leaving the police station, I encountered Elise, who had been brought in. She was wearing pajamas, her hair disheveled and even streaked with gray. She looked utterly haggard and was completely devoid of her former radiance.

Tell me quick what to do. Rachel: Shower and bathe every crevice in your body and douse yourself with that jasmine scent you love. He'll love it when he peels you out of your clothes. Wear one of your tank tops so he can get an eyeful of your cleavage and have a hell of a time. Oh and wear your hair loose. Autumn bit her lip, hesitant to voice the fear she'd pushed back. But if she couldn't ask practical Rachel, who then? Autumn: What if my age turns him off? I don't think he knows how old I am, really.

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 do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?” A bad feeling crept up my spine. The girl continued. “Last night he asked me what the most precious thing here was, so I told him about the legend of the Skyspire Snow Lotus.” As she said that, her face turned pale. “Oh no. He didn’t actually go looking for the snow lotus, did he?” Just as she finished speaking, a sudden commotion erupted in the distance. “Dr. Summer! Someone’s dying!” Several men came rushing over, carrying someone on a stretcher.

Sutburg was filled with flowers in spring, petals flying toward us in the wind, pink, white, and many other colors. Some flowers landed on my shoulder, and I thought to myself that I had made it through winter. And finally, my spring was here.

She also told me how much money she had saved monthly. [Zayn, I’ll keep waiting for you to come back.] I did not go home during the New Year because I was busy. During the summer break of the following year, I went back to my hometown. But Layla was not around. She had gone to Northcall for her postgraduate studies. She had mentioned that in the text she sent me. “Did you get used to living abroad? You’ve lost weight.” Madeline’s eyes teared up as she inquired after me.

“This one is yours. Only yours.” My eyes blurred with tears. I laughed, crying at the same time. “Liam… this is…” He pulled me into his arms. “Stop crying. I built this to make you happy, not sad.” “I am happy,” I whispered against him. “These are tears of joy.” I tilted my head, looking up at him. “Summer holiday is officially my favorite.” “Why?” he asked, smiling. “Because it’s when our paths crossed.”