Surviving Summer Ari Novels & Stories

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

Zariah was charged and ready to be let out and I honestly couldn't say I blamed her. The summer air was warm and smelt like flowers and greated us with a soft gentle breeze as we stepped out into the night air. The crickets chirped happily and fireflies danced in the trees just a little ways away from the clearing we used for large pack gatherings out back of the pack house. As I looked around I slightly groaned but smiled at the same time when I realized my mom had kind of overdone it.

We can trade and end it all. Clicking on the video, I watch as Aria is sunbathing in the backyard, topless. She starts out on her stomach, but then turns onto her back, showing off her magnificent tits. The video is only about ninety seconds long, but it’s enough to get my blood boiling. This is way too close for comfort! They could have snatched her right from under our noses. The video is time stamped from just a few hours ago, so it’s possible that they could have taken her.

“He’s been going through a rough patch. Honestly, I think if you just stick around and give him some time, he might be more willing to get to know you. You can only resist the pulls from the mate bonds for so long.” The music suddenly stops, and I see Arienne making his way up to the stage. Everyone turns their eyes to him and falls silent. “Thank you, everyone for joining us this evening. I wish you all an exciting evening as we celebrate Summer Solstice this year. I’d like to thank everyone who helped out today and made this happen, especially, my sister Carmen. She’s been a big help recently and I owe her a lot. So please give carmen a round of applause.” Arienne stops to allow for Carmen

“Yeah, after being between our legs.” Rowen chuckles. “There’s that, too.” That’s when Arya joins us. She hugs Rowen tight and gives us a look. “Kiss your mates. It’s almost time.” Rowen cups Summer’s face and kisses her like he’s imprinting the memory in his bones. “I’ll see you soon,” he says. Summer nods, face steely. She’s switched into Elite mode. “See that you do.” Then she grabs his collar and yanks him into one hell of a kiss.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

I don’t plan on sharing what happened with Arya because I don’t want any drama or to hurt her. This summer wasn’t supposed to be this complicated! I came here to relax and escape the drama, not create anymore.

“See? This is why summers are better when everyone’s wet!” The four of us—well, five if you count Gemma—splash, dodge, and laugh, the water carrying our chaos across the pier. Even with all the noise and antics, I notice a rhythm in the way Gavin moves—silent, careful, just enough to keep pace with the chaos but never letting himself get fully swept away. Gemma glances at me, grin wide. “This is exactly what I needed. Ari, we have to survive this summer, chaos and all.”

The moons began to bleed back into sight, peeking from behind the crimson tide. Xander caught her, held her. Their daughter sobbed quietly into her chest, still glowing, still safe. Aria whispered, raw but resolute, “This isn’t over. But we still have time. We made it hold—for now.” And far below, the valley began to stir. Not with panic, but with the quiet breath of survivors who had chosen, again, to stand together. To remember. To resist.

"This is Aria's own capability at work." Summer missed his meaning entirely, assuming he was being modest. "Oh, Aria is absolutely incredible, but she's just too low-key for her own good! Sometimes being too humble invites bullies. Every random nobody thinks they can walk all over her!" I winced slightly. Summer had always been protective, but her unfiltered commentary in front of Aiden made me uncomfortable. "Summer," I tried again, but she was on a roll. She caught herself mid-rant and looked at Aiden apologetically. "Mr. Carter, am I talking too much? I don't mean anything bad, I just care about Aria."