Surviving Summer Ari Novels & Stories

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.

"Who you calling twerp, you piece of..." "GUYS, PLEASE!" Summer cried, causing them both to shut their mouth. "Look at the delicious meal Suri made for us, so stop bickering like children," she scolded them. She looked at Noah. "Doesn't everything look delicious, Noah?" she smiled. "Yes, everything looks great, Suri," he looked at Saoirse and said. Still not looking at Summer. Ares cleared his throat. "Since we are all here, I'd like to clear some things up. I believe we owe you a lot of explanations, Noah."

need. But it was more than instinct now. It was a choice. Arianna had fought her whole life to survive. She wasn’t some fragile thing I had to hide away. She was wild fire and thunder, and she’d bled to earn every piece of herself. And she was mine. I stood and walked to the window again. The forest beyond the walls was dark but not quiet. The air felt wrong. Off. Something was out there. I could feel it. --- Arianna

The fire cracked like old bones, sparks spiraling into the summer night. Sweat clung to Aria’s temples, curls sticking to her face as she hugged her knees to her chest. Jamison had built the pit with Kade just last week—two hours, six splinters, and a whole lot of yelling.

Aria paused, then met her gaze. "I thought about what you said." She gestured to the chair across from her. "Sit. Please." Hesitant, Emily took a step closer but didn’t sit. Aria continued, her voice softer now. "Since he’s not going to kill me, and there’s no way I’ll escape this place… I might as well live with it. Master it." She shrugged. "I survived Vince’s hell. I can survive this. With you by my side," Aria added quietly, "I know I can."

Whether the Council would tighten their grip until something finally snapped. But Ari knew this: He would not beg again. He would not disappear quietly. If Riven chose him, it would be because he wanted Ari as he was, not as something fragile to be managed, or hidden, or postponed. And if he didn’t… Ari exhaled slowly, steady. Then Ari would survive anyway. For the first time, that thought didn’t terrify him. It grounded him. And somewhere deep within the bond, something listened and waited.

But still her family tried their best to escort both her and Alex out of their burning house, so they could be saved, lived the life they couldn't. A sixteen year old Aria was not big enough to handle herself or the sudden burden on her shoulders, along with her little brother, she struggles to move on, trust on someone, and survive. But eventually she gets along with the rough world, never trusting others except yourself, she survives, her brother survives, and they build their own home. “I'm coming back, bastards! This time, it will be you and your family burning in fire, dying, crying for mercy but they'll get none.” She mutters, her tone filled with venom as she opens her eyes and looks

Jack said. But Auria did not register anything that he said. She did not understand anything at all. All that she knew at the moment was that the house reminds her too much of her love and it is painful to stay there any longer. So at a split second decision, she asked the two men to be with her. “Can you join me for a walk by the bridge?” she asked with her voice so small it was almost inaudible. “Please?” she added. Jack looked at her with worry, reminding her that “but it is too dangerous for you to go out. The killer could still be out there.” But Auria was adamant to go, saying that the house was too suffocating for her.

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.

I didn’t want to go back to how things were. Julian couldn’t die. Soon we entered the mountain. When we got to the middle, rocks started falling. Not on their own, they were being thrown at us. To slow us down, stop us even. “You know what to do.” We dodged as much as we could. “We work on cutting the horses, separate them from the carriage.”