The Beautiful Summer Book Novels & Stories

“Summer?” Summer closed her eyes briefly, her resolve hardening. She guessed the drug’s effect would kick in soon. With a swift movement, she let her silk robe slide off, revealing a low-cut camisole that clung to her curvy figure. She stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Ben, her voice low and sultry. “Ben, I know you’re uncomfortable. Let me help you.” Ben’s expression turned icy as he grabbed her wrist and pulled her away forcefully. “What are you trying to do, Summer?”

His eyes lit up when he saw me, and that crooked smile of his made my stomach do a little flip, even if I didn’t want to admit it. “Ready for lunch, Lady Ann?” he asked, pushing off the wall and falling into step beside me. I rolled my eyes, trying to play it cool. “You’re so cringe, Peter. Waiting for me like some high school boyfriend? Really?” But the truth was, I was totally into it. Having him there, all confident and focused on me, felt like a shield against the chaos of Oxwell. Summer, who’d caught up with us from her own class, was practically bouncing. “Oh my God, you two are adorable,” she said, clutching her books to her chest. “Like, disgustingly cute. I can’t handle it.”

--- The summer came, and with it, the longest day. Solenne had finished the second volume—the story of the school, of Winter's keepership, of Iriel and Kaelen and Ash. She had written about the gold flowers spreading to every province, about the watcher's attention reaching the sea, about the fifth bloom at the relay site.

Summer The moment I saw the men, I froze. My eyes locked with theirs, and fear wrapped itself around my heart so tightly that I could barely breathe. There was something terrifying about the way they looked. Their faces held no trace of kindness or humanity. They looked like predators that had finally cornered their prey, and I was that prey.

Arin asked randomly and I could not help the laugh that escaped my lips. "They've even introduced someone to me," I replied to him and now it was his turn to laugh. "Sometimes I wonder what parents think. Do they still think arranged marriages can actually work? Anyways, tell me about the girl. Is she pretty? Is she shorter than you? How about her front side? Is it worth looking at? I'm asking because I know you like busty girls and all of your girlfriends have to have full breasts," he joked and I momentarily picture her in my mind. Saying she isn't pretty would be a huge lie on my part but if there's something I've learnt in life, it's to avoid beautiful women. They're dangerous.

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

She fisted my member, drawing a hiss from me. Summer drove my member deep into her mouth. This wasn’t getting her out of her punishment though. She sucked and her tongue swirled and tasted. It was like magic. Occasionally, she took her eyes off my cock and looked up at me. She was so beautiful she set me on fire. I rolled my hips forward impatiently. I was on the verge of ecstasy. In fact, I was seconds away. I gripped Summer’s head. Fuck. *** “I should have taken off my dress,” she said as she used a tissue to clean up but it only made her dress look worse.

It took me a long time to forget what Mrs Souza did to me that night. My life improved when I moved to the capital. In Utopia, things become even clearer. I came to a utopian to enter university. By then, I had realized why Mrs. Souza was attracted to me as other girls were. They nicknamed me “The eyes of Poseidon” because of my blue eyes, which they said were more beautiful than the ocean, a compliment I was used to receiving. It is not that different with a girl from our campus nicknamed “Aphrodite's looks” because of her beauty.