The Last Summer Novel Novels & Stories

JACKSON’S POV I stroll out from my home with a huge smile on my face. Today is my daughter’s birthday. I cant believe she turned eighteen today. I can tell she will be always the little girl who was clinging on me for warmth when I was bringing her home from the streets. Having Lucas as my only son when I wanted a daughter made me upset low-key but I wont admit it infront of anyone. I mean Lucas was always mama’s boy, I too would like to have a girl child and make her daddy’s girl. Though trying for years it didn’t happened and I lost hope of walking my daughter to aisle at her wedding. But with Aurora I realised I could live all my dreams through her. Braiding her hair, making cupcakes with

I found that very creepy, but I could only ignore it and continue working since my family was poor and I was supporting them with that salary. "Last night—he came into my room and—I couldn't resist, he's very captivating," she murmured biting her lip. I shrugged and then looked at the door through which we were to leave to serve the dishes, Master Joshua was patiently waiting for the food to be ready, I could see him as I peeked through the ajar door. I put a hand to my chin thoughtfully, I thought Mildred and I would endure everything together in here place, for Master Joshua had hired and fired half of Romania in his attempt to keep a grip on his huge mansion, but Victor seemed insatiable.

-⊰᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽᯽⊱- Now he was in the garden, he was watching those clouds move slowly as he looked up at that sky that was now dark, it was dark with only the stars being a kind of light source as the moon was being cruelly plugged. "When the last violet withers, when the last being gives its last sigh" he began to hum while admiring that immensity "when our hands will come loose, when our eyes will dare to close? at that moment, and not even then will I be completely sure that it will happen... at that moment I will stop loving you." It was only that part that he remembered, that was all he had in his memory, and for some reason... he felt it was not the whole song.

Birch than he seemed! - Serenity and Lisa ran into Summer when they were visiting Mrs. Wells. After leaving Clara's store, the trio left and gathered at a restaurant nearby. It was Lisa's first time meeting Summer, but she had heard of Summer's stories from Serenity and Clara and had always admired her. Summer had won the fight and survived under such cruel treatment. It must have taken all her willpower to remain sane in such conditions. She did not commit suicide or let those who harmed her drive her into madness.

Their faces flash, and Goddess are they beautiful, perfection walking the earth meant to torment me. Those idiots have been different since we stepped foot in Willowa to retrieve Nora. They’ve been reserved. All the progress we made prior is gone and I have no way to repair it. Neither of them will tell me what they’re fighting about, but whatever it is, it’s squashed any hope I had. “You’re going to have to leave this house. We can’t stay in this room forever.” Summer huffs, begging for a run. She has been cooped up for days and she hates it.

“Told you. You’ve been gone forever!” “I really missed out on a lot, huh?” I murmured, mostly to myself. A part of me felt sad. I missed all these changes—missed so many fiestas, birthdays, random family dinners. But more than anything, I was just… thankful. Thankful that I finally had the chance to see them now. Even if it’s just for a month… I was going to make every second count. I’m going to make the most out of this summer. When we reached home, the familiar iron gates of our house slowly creaked open as Papa pressed the remote. He parked the SUV in front of the house, and I stepped out slowly, letting my gaze linger on the house in front of me.

“Like it’s… aware.” “It’s always been aware,” Emma answered softly. “We just weren’t ready to hear it.” Lira’s voice was low, almost reverent. “Then this isn’t the end.” Emma stood, slipping the pulse device into her hand. She looked out at the horizon, where the first rays of sunlight pushed the night back one shadow at a time. “No. It’s the beginning. The Last Signal wasn’t an ending—it was a warning. A threshold. From here, what we build will decide whether this becomes our greatest ally… or our final mistake.”

Summer’s POV The morning sunlight poured through the curtains, warm and golden, the kind of light that should’ve promised peace. But inside the De Rossi estate, peace was an illusion. The guards had doubled their posts overnight. Every window was locked, every shadow seemed to move. And yet, somehow, the silence was still louder than fear itself. It had been hours since the letter, the photograph, the message, and I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. “I didn’t die, Summer. You just didn’t finish the job.”