That Summer A Novel Novels & Stories

She had been hoping to bump into Nicholas here. However, not only had she not met Nicholas yet, but she had bumped into North! Summer suddenly thought of something and acted as if a light bulb had lit up in her head. “You’re not here to seduce Mr. Sherman, are you?!” North raised an eyebrow. “Seduce?” Summer acted like she had caught North red-handed, yelling, “How could you be so shameless?! Do you think Mr. Sherman is someone you can target? I know he’s both handsome and capable, but you need to take a good look at yourself!”

The voice on the other end of the line rose, cutting through the speaker so sharply it seemed to rattle the dishes on the table. "I found Julian 440 yards above Camp One, at the bottom of a cliff. His whole body is frozen solid. And he was still clutching a torn piece of note in his hand."

Her vocal cords were operating at a minimum of ninety decibels, as usual. "Auntie, it's me. Nova!" I said, keeping my voice as level as possible. "Oh, Nova! Girl, where on earth are you? I made a bet with your uncle; I told him she definitely got stuck in the line for melon ice cream, that's why she's late. When are you coming back? Those ice creams are going to melt, carry them properly!"

I say as I take out a fresh outfit. "Yeah, sure. Next time we are going to the Hamptons, and please next time I drink don't let me make any plans. Otherwise, we might go hiking next time." I laugh as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Duly noted. So how are things with Anthony? Don't think I didn't notice the two of you intertwining fingers as we watched the movie." Summer blushed as she went to close the door and then leaned against it. "I know it hasn't been long but I really like him." She says with a big smile on her face. "I think about him all the time, his black hair and those big brown eyes, and those lushes lips. And the way he smells..."

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.

She disliked such a farewell scene. It was not such a bad idea to make a long journey to go to a beautiful city alone. … Time passed. It was already four years later. It was summer in Nokocola Bay. The sun in July felt like a fireball, beating down its rays to scorch the earth. Nokocola Bay was a coastal city, but this did not lessen the heat in the slightest. Summer walked from the classroom to the office and was already sweating on her back. She used a book in her hand as a fan to cool herself down.

Memories flooded her head and she decided to sit on the stair for a bit. She closed her eyes and drifted of into nostalgia. It was a bright summer's day when Bobby had mustered up the courage to call her his girlfriend. It was the first week in high school and Summer was the emotional punching bag for many kids. As she sat alone at the table, waiting for Bobby to arrive from the cafeteria, a group of girls grabbed her tray and threw it onto her lap. Summer shrieked but she did not say anything. The girls were mean, cruel and nasty. They said so many ruthless things to her that the tears started to stream down her face.

After Summer had left for England, She arrived the university and was assisted to her dorm room. She shared a room with a New Yorker named Octavia. They were in the same faculty and in turn became friends. Leo, William, Drake and Stephanie also left for college. During the Holidays they would all return home. Summer didn’t associate with them much because she was beyond busy, any little opportunity she gets she put it into her business. The only time she was spotted was on Sandra’s wedding day and the naming ceremony for Sandra’s baby.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]