That Summer Jillian Dodd Novels & Stories

she let her words hang for a while. “I’m the descendant of Rosaley, Lucian I am an Oracle not just a witch from the Amphora planes” Jillian said proudly. “Jillian, something isn’t right, I remember the shift, I remember saving Daydra, I remember my father sending me home, Loclyn had a umm sexual dream to put it politely then I was, I remember everything.” I stated to Jillian, Kenneth was just listening and taking everything in that was being said. “Maybe need to go back further, what about Loclyns first day at school, we need to talk to him, please allow him to come to the front,” Jillian said to me.

But Jillian didn’t have the chance to learn that Evita had an early labor, gave birth to a daughter, and committed suicide the same day he died. Leah felt regret that she hadn’t made her way to Jillian’s bed after learning he had a mistress. And that desire came back after Jullian Lopez returned to the country. Jillian was the epitome of a prince. But Jullian is the perfect concept of a Knight in Shining Armor! Those muscles and sturdy, broad body, paired with his stoic countenance, weakened her knees, urging her to strip her clothes and jump on Jullian. How many times did she have a wet dream about him?

Terrible to say, but true. Jillian opened the door slowly so they wouldn't hear the click, almost home free. And then my damn cell phone rang, Bonita Applebaum's sitar cutting through the mocking laughter like a hot knife through butter. This was karma for what I'd thought earlier, wasn't it? "I'm sorry," Jillian said, body tensing to go into a full sprint. With her thighs, I'd never be able to catch up. "Don't you dare!" I hissed, gripping her leather harness. "Don't you fucking dare!"

Shoot. I waited. Reuben was screaming orders. Alyssa was gone—vanished in the crossfire like a ghost. Then Jillian saw me. His voice cut through everything. “Duck!” I dropped as another shot exploded behind me. Reuben was trying to escape, limping toward the door. I raised the gun. Aimed. But I couldn’t do it. I couldn’t pull the trigger. Jillian fired first. Reuben collapsed in the doorway, groaning. Alive. But barely.

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?”

Well, I wasn't falling for it. I pushed those thoughts aside and refocused on my conversation with Summer. That evening, I'd just finished my shower and was sitting at the vanity when my phone lit up. It was a message from Lillian: *Hey girl, has that home-wrecking witch been bothering you lately? [curious face emoji]* Aiden was in his study dealing with some urgent documents, so I was alone in the bedroom. I picked up my phone and immediately sent back three question marks: *???*

Dillon opened the bathroom door and stepped out. He was mostly dressed, but decided he wanted a different shirt. Upon closer inspection the red and white striped shirt had a monstrous slurpie stain from when Kat dropped an entire slurpie on his lap. That had been a riot. He, Kat, and Brenden had gone to Dorney Park the summer previous, and on the way home they stopped to get slurpies. She was the driver, with Dillon in the front seat and Brenden in the back. Bad idea. Brenden poked Kat in the side as she tried to juggle her slurpie, wallet, phone, and keys and the whole cup flew into Dillon's crotch. Fun times. That was in June, as Tony and he still got to know one another.

"What is so special about her?" Summer snarled, hoping to hear more about the so-called Jessica because she felt her action earlier simply meant that she was related to a higher authority. "She is one of the council members' daughters," Hilda replied cautiously, not ready to get on her toes, although she was happy Summer was talking to her calmly. Summer's lips drew back in a snarl. "Just that?" she questioned, wanting to get more information. She saw no reason why Jessica acted like a peacock when she didn't hold any high authority, and, as she saw it, a council member was not high authority to her.

" In essence, Jeannine was being considerate of Gianna's mother by hoping that Summer would attend. So, Summer had no choice but to comply. Jeannine had already spoken up about this. Could she dare not attend?

Flashback ( After ma's death and that fire accident I was roaming around the whole Delhi city like a hobo with my siblings for a job and shelter. But no one showed any mercy to me. We were living under a tree at that time. One day I left my siblings alone under that tree to find some food. When I returned, I saw that two drunken men were trying to rape Avantika!!