Surviving Summer Ari Novels & Stories

She was on the bed, covers drawn over. “I’m Aria.” She sat on her bed. “And that right there is what it is to survive.” “With three men?” Damn it. I shouldn't have put it that way. The girl on the bed scoffed. “She just returned from hers.” Aria tipped her head towards the girl folded under the bed. “She’s Eve.” “I didn’t mean it that way.” I offered quietly. “I know, everyone thinks the same until it’s the only means to keep your head. Little lesson, they’ll kill you for far less here. Surviving comes before leaving.”

“You… You’re not Summer? Who are you?” “Don’t you know? Summer has dissociative identity disorder.” Summer’s smile widened. She wiped the hand she used to grab Victoria’s chin and slowly stood up. “I don’t know who will have the last laugh, but we also don’t know who has become the prey,” she said in a profound manner.

so what changed? Athena and Isa returned to the surface with Stella ,the men helped them take Stella out ,then Isa because she was close to loosing consciousness. when they turned to help Athena,she was already drowning, "BOSS SHE IS DROWNING" Without a second thought,i ran to the scene and jumped in. I could see Athena 's pale body slowly sinking . I hurriedly swam to her ,got a hold on her and brought her back to the surface . They helped me take her out .

The more Summer thought about it, the more her chest hurt with rage. She wanted to kill Stella. But she could not do a thing. Mrs. Mendes said, “Right now, stop blaming other people. The most important thing is to survive first.” “Survive?” Hearing that word, Summer looked at Mrs. Mendes in disbelief. Had she really fallen this low? Was surviving actually difficult for her now? Mrs. Mendes said, “Yes. Madam said not to think about anything else for now. Just survive first.” “My mother said that?”

Manny As we walked down the stairs, Aria suddenly became very nervous. I could not understand why she was feeling that way, nor could she. It became so bad that she started shaking and I had to support her all the way to the door. What awaited us by the door was not what I expected. Of course, I was not as spooked as Aria but I was equally baffled. There stood Summer in her magnificently majestic white wolf form. Aria gasped and uttered something that left me baffled to this day.

“You two are impossible.” ‎ ‎“Yes,” Aria said cheerfully. “And you love it.” ‎ ‎He looked at her, eyes intense, voice low: “Don’t get distracted. Survival first. Smiles later.” ‎ ‎She leaned close. “Then we better survive.” ‎ ‎And somewhere in the city below, a shadow smiled back. ‎ ‎The trap wasn’t over. ‎ ‎It had only just begun. ‎ ‎--- ‎ ‎

"What if I'm not strong enough? What if everything I've learned isn't enough? What if—" "Then you improvise. You adapt. You overcome. Like you always do. Like you've done every single time. You survive. That's what you do. That's who you are. Survivor. Fighter. Luna Queen. My mate. My love. My—everything." Aria felt tears coming. Pushed them back. "If I don't come back. If something goes wrong. If I—"

Everything had happened so unexpectedly and I was confused. Aria surprised me once more. For an Omega-blooded female, she was calm and restrained while she examined the dead men. She immediately spotted the clues of how the prisoners died and presented them to us in full detail. She made it sound so easy, when it was really a difficult task. CSI Miami, my ass! I thought and smiled unexpectedly. If I were honest with myself, Aria’s presumptions alerted me. What if she was right? Who could have drugged the prisoners? Did anyone else know about the attack? But then again, what could he benefit from those men’s death?

I took a couple of pictures of us, dance with Kal on my arms as I planted a kiss on his forehead. We headed home and I went inside my room to change and took a long bath. That night my parents went in my room when I was about to sleep. We talk about the deal and that I should prepare for Mr. Cold-foot, I mean Mr. Cole Ford will be coming any day this week. I sighed as they took their leave. I guess my freedom ends as summer starts. Summer, it’s like my favorite of all the seasons but at the same time I hate it.... •••

, Croads, a middle-aged woman with brown hair and glasses, said. Except, it's not. She's dealing with enough right now. "Are you close with the victim?", SSA Briggs questioned, looking at me curiously. Briggs is practically a teenager, with shaggy blonde hair, very thin. "She's not a victim. Don't call her that. Her name is Amelia, and she's a survivor", I couldn't stop the words from flowing from my mouth. "The only one", Briggs uttered. "So you are close to her? Have you considered that being the reason for not catching him yet?", Croads said coldly. "Croads", Loveless snapped, shaking his head at her.