Summers Edge Novels & Stories

With her hands on the buttons of her shirt, and seeing the way Sébastien’s eyes were lingering there explicitly, she valiantly ignored his look. “On the day of the Six Nations match between Ireland and France?” she asked. “It’s only natural that our eldest, most discerning son will want to support the team about to win a Grand Slam. And don’t blame me for their competitive streak. I think we can safely say they got that from you, Monsieur.” Cassandra flashed him a cheeky grin and turned to go and deal with her sons’ spat, but Sébastien grabbed her wrist and she laughingly fell back as he pulled her onto his lap and claimed her mouth for a kiss.

It pulses once, like a heartbeat. I swallow hard. Strange things have always happened when I’m upset, lights flickering, books falling, dreams that feel too real, but this feels different. Like the pendant is reacting to something out there. Or calling to it. The fog thins as we turn onto a narrow road lined with lanterns shaped like pumpkins. They sway even though there’s no wind. “Hallow’s Edge goes all out for Halloween,” Ms. Carter says cheerfully. “Biggest festival in the county. You’ll be here just in time.”

He knew most of the employees who worked in Summers Industries by sight, some were by name. Ella walked toward the electronic gates and tapped her card on the machine. There was a buzz before the door slid open and Ella walked in. She immediately went to the set of elevators and hit the call button. Once she was on the correct floor, she walked out of the elevator towards the heavy plate glass door which bore the sign “SUMMERS ENTERTAINMENT”. Ella offered a smile to the young receptionist working behind the desk and crossed through the open office before getting into the opaque glass door which bore the “JAVIER SUMMERS” name. Javier Summers, her boss which was also the CEO of Summers Enterta

“Unless… you train together. Every morning for six weeks. Mason, you need balance and edge work for that idiotic figure skating segment the hockey team decided to add to the spring showcase. Ezra, you need a strong partner for pairs since Alec transferred.” The room tilted. “No,” I said at the same time Mason growled, “Absolutely fucking not.” Gage smiled. It wasn’t nice. “Then enjoy sitting out the rest of the season. Paperwork will be ready tomorrow.” Mason’s hand flexed again. I could feel the rage rolling off him in waves. “You have until midnight to decide,” she added. “But if you agree and I even *smell* another fight, you’re both gone. Expelled. Understood?”

Are you out of your mind? My merciless words slapped Aiden across the face. His face turned red at once. He stood there in disbelief, as if he could not understand how the father who loved him most could say such things. "Enough!" Vanessa suddenly shouted, as if the temper she had held back all day had finally exploded. "Didn't you agree to let us go? Why are you bringing it up now? Our son and I are only worried about you. Why do you have to be so sharp and mean?

Marge called. June could feel anger building inside her but she kept it under control. She knew what they were doing. And it wasn't going to work. "I'm doing the best I can!" June snapped back as she tried again. "Well make your best better." Hunter calmly threw out. June shot him a pissed-off look before returning to her task. She closed her eyes and this time was different. She felt a surge of energy shoot through her as the sword was ripped from Marge's hand and brought to June's.

I clear my throat and distract myself by asking, “What is Edge?” “Edge is an herbal concoction laced with copper. It was created about two decades ago by a werewolf who believed ingesting small doses of copper mixed with healing herbs would gradually help werecreatures gain immunity to its lethal effects. It has since become a recreational drink served at most supernatural bars and nightclubs.” “Does it work?” “I wouldn’t know, because I’m not stupid enough to ingest anything that might get me sick or possibly kill me.” Touché. Considering most werecreatures couldn’t touch copper without it searing the skin off our fingers, I will accept Phantom’s viewpoint and refrain from ever taking Edge