The Last Summer Novel Novels & Stories

Seeing Dora’s firm attitude, Summer lost the last of her strength. She only looked at Dora with resentment. “You really are cruel.” “I’m cruel? Am I crueler than you?” The moment Dora thought of Summer betraying Steven, she slapped Summer across the face again. “Steven was so good to you, and you betrayed him. You let him die such a terrible death. Tell me, which one of us is cruel?” Summer said nothing. Did she regret it? Yes. Now, she truly regretted it. … Felix had already arrived.

Anna pressed her lips together in a smile and set the watch on the table. “I’ll pass. I don’t have a thing for being wiretapped.” My hand stiffened. She sat down across from me and propped her chin on her hand as she asked with a smile, “Dr. Summer, did you enjoy the show last night? I even brought my purse into the bedroom on purpose so you could hear more clearly. Oh, but there were probably some parts that you missed. After all, John doesn’t just like to do it in the bedroom. He enjoys other places even more.”

“Why are your hands so cold? Have you been too tired lately? I will reduce the interest on that debt by another two points for you. How does that sound?” My body stiffened before I forced out a polite smile. “Thank you, Mr. Cardea.” Daniel smiled and patted the top of my head. “Good girl. Come home tonight. I want that pot roast you make. Do not keep me waiting.” Home. That villa on the hillside was not home. It was a beautiful place that felt like a prison. I returned to my desk and opened the memo app on my phone. The numbers on the screen represented my mother’s life.

The name that had occupied twenty years of my life and lingered constantly in my thoughts was finally gone. I looked up at the bright sunlight overhead. Love had begun in autumn. It should end in autumn too. I slipped on my sunglasses, and when I took my next step, a confident smile spread across my face. For the first time in years, I was looking forward to the future. ... On the third day after Ryland returned to his hospital room, I packed my luggage once again and moved on to my next destination. The only person who visited him during that time was Damon, who brought two documents with him: the divorce agreement Ryland had signed and the finalized property settlement.

The desk was still there. But everything else was gone. No sketchbook. No backpack. No me. Mom stood in the doorway, staring into the empty room for a long time. Then she slowly shut the door, went back to the couch, and held my school jacket again. Her eyes were dry, but her lips kept moving. She kept saying my name. "Vienna." "Vienna." "Vienna." I floated beside her and reached out one last time for her hair. This time, somehow, she felt something.

At my wife's birthday party, my daughter and son accidentally knocked over a bowl of soup and splashed it on their uncle. My wife grabbed his completely unharmed hand and tore into both children. But that still wasn't enough for her, so she locked the two of them inside the sauna. I called and begged her, again and again, to spare our kids. Her voice was ice cold. "Stop bothering me! This is your fault for raising them so badly! "Since they burned someone, they can sit in there and think hard about what they did!" The thermometer kept climbing. Blisters had already risen on my children's skin, and they wailed without stopping. I begged her to forgive them like a man gone mad. "They're

Adrian made a short toast, mentioning my birthday only after he thanked the label, the band, the radio team, and "everyone who believed in the next chapter." People clapped. Someone near me said happy birthday. Lily smiled from beside him as if she were generous for allowing it. Then Adrian picked up his guitar. Lily stepped to the second microphone. The microphone I had used for seven years. Adrian looked at the room. "We wanted to share a new version of The Last Firework tonight. Lily brought something fresh to it, something I think the song needed." My fingers went cold around the stem of my glass. He started playing.

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

Rowan: “Colleges can wait. The world can wait. We’ve got one more summer to burn the sky down right.” Above us, the Milky Way shifts. The stars rearrange themselves into one quiet, blazing sentence: YOU WERE NEVER LEAVING. We stay on the field until dawn, laughing, crying, planning a year that belongs to no campus, no kingdom, no prophecy. Just us. Four days left of summer? Good. We’re going to need every second. The Last Night of Summer August 31, 2029 – 11:59 p.m., the ridge above Hot Springs