Summertime Saga Review Novels & Stories

“Told you. You’ve been gone forever!” “I really missed out on a lot, huh?” I murmured, mostly to myself. A part of me felt sad. I missed all these changes—missed so many fiestas, birthdays, random family dinners. But more than anything, I was just… thankful. Thankful that I finally had the chance to see them now. Even if it’s just for a month… I was going to make every second count. I’m going to make the most out of this summer. When we reached home, the familiar iron gates of our house slowly creaked open as Papa pressed the remote. He parked the SUV in front of the house, and I stepped out slowly, letting my gaze linger on the house in front of me.

She had no car and felt it was best to leave the rescue to Jex. Jex glared as the three left, thinking how unlucky he was. Jessica wasn't faking it this time. After dry heaving, she rushed to the restroom again. Jex hesitated, then called an ambulance and left as well. The latest episode of "I Want Summer" aired, breaking viewership records. Online comments went crazy, likening it to a suspense thriller. All the artists on this episode gained unprecedented attention, attracting numerous fans.

She shows me a piece of yellow bikini that's extremely eye-catching. "I'm sure you're going to rock in it," I answer with a smile. "Miami chicks, better watch out for your men," she screams her usual lines, forcing a smile out of me, before breaking into a heavy sigh. "Even if I can't have Liam, this has been the best summer ever." Can we not talk about Liam?

A man like Frank did not deserve it at all. … After a full day of exhaustion, Summer did not know how she managed to swallow that dry, hard bun. Nor did she know how she forced down that bowl of cold water. By the time she returned to the basement, Dora, Fiona, and Mrs. Mendes had already gone back. The instant Summer stepped inside, a basin of water was dumped over her head. Splash. She had been outside on the phone with Frank for a long time, and the cold wind had already drained every bit of warmth from her body.

They did not flinch at our arrival, because they did not expect anyone with real power to care. Summer was small on the ground. Her dress was stuck to her skin. Mud glued her hair to her temple. She tried to curl into herself but there was no hiding. Her eyes met mine for the shortest time, and something raw passed between us, guilt, fear, and a tiny, desperate hope. Rage tasted like cold steel in my mouth. I felt it coil under my ribs and then snap into movement. “Get them,” I said to Rico, my voice flat, sharp with command. The Reapers moved like trained shadows.

The type of warm spring night that teases the summer nights to come. I was in a simple black sundress with black flip-flops. The warm breeze wrapped around me like silk, and I was happy summer was coming. Sage had left me alone because her dad dragged her into talking with Liam. Even back then, Beta Harrison was attempting to pair his one and only daughter with the pack's future Alpha. It wasn’t a surprise when Liam picked Sage. They had been thrown together at every turn and chance their parents got hoping they’d fall for one another. I know they did, and I know they were fooling around before Liam officially announced his claim to Sage.

Whether I was happy or not, I didn’t have an answer, but I was living freely. I had no plans to undergo treatment, so I treated every single day as if it were my last. I stayed up late binge‑watching shows, trying thrilling games, and eating junk food as if without a care. I did everything I never dared to do before, as if making up for an entire lifetime at once. That was, until my best friend Willow Andrews returned from studying abroad. Instead of going home first, she came straight to my place, dragging her suitcase behind her. After seeing me, she gave me a once‑over, then locked eyes with me and asked, “Sadie, are you sick?”

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.