The Forbidden Summer Novels & Stories

But Dad got custody of me and my mom only had visitation rights till when I turned eighteen I decided to at least spend the summer with my mom and get to know her better at her beach house before I headed off to college. Since I moved in, my mom has been seeing different men. She was never the type to settle down, I mean, I had never seen her with one man for up to a month, and she had never introduced any of the men she had been seeing to me. You can understand why my curiosity pinged when she said she was inviting a man for dinner and wanted me to meet him. What was so special about this fling?

Gabriel always distracts me as he pulls me into his arms and my darling Lunar escapes the conversation. Summer, on the other hand, planned for her mating ceremony from the moment she could walk. Everything was planned to the last detail before she even turned sixteen. Summer has a thick file that contains everything she wants for the day, and it is literally growing by the day. “You do realize that this is not going to be a human wedding, my dear?” I sigh each time she shows me what else she found. Summer would just roll her eyes at me, and continue. All Gabriel has to say about our daughter’s flights of fancy is that she has to remember we aren’t billionaires.

"It is an oath of secrecy taken, swearing not to divulge the activities of the mafia to law enforcement agencies. You won't be allowed to have unmonitored phone calls, e-mails or texts as every thing will now be monitored by the mafia. You also can't go on unsupervised trips or vacations. All your movements will be monitored and track. You shouldn't be seen with the police either.. You will have to be branded as belonging to the Mafia. And the punishment if you don't sign or break any of the rules is...death" My jaws dropped and my heart sank. What the hell?

She gasped, her breath hitching, body trembling from pre orgasm. Oh daddy this feels good, so good! She threw her head backward loving how her pussy throbbed. Oh my….. fucking…goodness. A scream left her mouth as that got her legs crawling and arching off the bed. “Daaaaaddy…. Daddy…. I’m going to fucking cum…. I’m …” her shaky breath informed. “You are not allowed to cum, at least not until I say so.” He commanded. “Ohh…daddy…please…fuck…!” Her inner was burning, her orgasm were threatening to rip her out. Her nails dug deeper into the sheet, her eyes shot close while she threw her head back in pure ecstasy.

Back then, Summer had cried uncontrollably in Steven’s arms and said, “It was all my fault. If she refuses to forgive me, I’ll pay her back with my life!” Under those circumstances, she had still said something like that. It had sounded as if, if Stella did not forgive her, Stella would be the one forcing her to the edge. Stella was the one who had lost a child, yet in the end, she had somehow become the villain. Didn’t Summer love saying whatever came to mind? Then from now on… Every word she said would be turned back on her. She would have to swallow the consequences of every promise she had made. Seeing Stella punish her like this, Summer felt every bit of strength drain from her body.

“Totally thrives on this. Loves every second.” I nod. “Yep. And Josh… well, he’s chaos incarnate.” We both laugh softly, glancing at the boys and then back at Gavin, noticing the subtle way he shifts his weight, always quietly aware, letting the antics play out around him. “And that,” Gemma whispers, grinning, “is why summer will never be boring with this crew.” I chuckle, letting the thought settle in. “Never boring… definitely not.” Eben stretches dramatically, still dripping, and grins. “By the way… bonfire tonight. Full-on chaos. Fire, drinks, music—the works. Don’t worry, it’s going to be wild.”

she said carefully. “You don’t have to force it, Kat. If it’s real, it’ll come back on its own.” Rebecca knew what her cousin was going through, the trauma. Not being able to explain or understand what happened, how she got out, what she had felt those few moments, watching air exit her lungs. Katerina nodded. Rebecca was right. Whatever it was, if it were real, she would eventually remember. Maybe not immediately but one day the memories will come back and they will actually feel real.

Elara's POV “Get her!” A gaurd screamed as soon as I started running but I heard my father’s voice telling him to not waste energy. I didn’t stop , until my legs finally give out. I lean against a rough wooden door. It's a club; it's where people go to drink and forget. I push inside. The air stank with beer and sweat, laughter as bodies crammed together in sinful poses.

“Because if you try to keep her here, everything will go wrong.” “That’s not going to happen,” he said firmly. “You don’t know that, Dad” she replied. Gunnar stepped closer.“I said it won’t happen.” “And I said you don’t know that,” she repeated, not backing down at all. The tension between them was thick, and for a second, I thought he might shut everything down by force. Summer kept going anyway. “She can’t come back here fully,” she said. “There’s a barrier between the living, the half-living and the fully dead. She can only cross temporarily unless something takes her place.”

On the way to the hospital in my daughter's car, my legs felt cramped, so I adjusted the angle of the passenger seat. A second later, I heard a soft snap from beneath the seat. A toothpick had broken. I jumped in fright as my daughter, Marissa Langford, slammed on the brakes, her face turning pale. "Why would you touch that? Tyler set that seat to a specific position on purpose. He uses it to check whether another man has been sitting in the passenger seat. How am I supposed to explain this now?" Realizing I'd caused trouble for her marriage, I immediately sent Tyler Ashford, my son-in-law, an apology. Hours passed without a reply. Eventually, all I received was a cold laughing emoji.