The Last Summer Novel Novels & Stories

“You’ve done well. The payment I promised will be transferred to your account in full. Now, you’re free to leave.” The helper, knowing better than to linger, departed quickly. The last thing she wanted was to face repercussions later, especially if it led to legal trouble. Summer leaned back, a triumphant smile playing on her lips. She had planned everything meticulously. The drug in the soup would induce a high fever, one that would worsen over time until death claimed its victim quietly and without suspicion. Even if Ben investigated, there would be nothing to trace back to her. “Jamie,” Summer murmured, relishing the imagined scene, “without your life, what do you have left to fight me wi

River grumbled. "Or work," Summer continued loudly. "I might go there for research. I want to write a book about Antarctica." Seeing Summer's annoyed expression, Louis' face turned sour. "Hey, Brandon. Please don't tease my daughter. I won't forgive anyone who ruins her smile." Brandon laughed in satisfaction. "Okay, sorry. I'm still sleepy. My words are getting out of control." "Daddy, just ignore Uncle Brandon. He does like to tease me and River. By the way," Summer suddenly observed the phone screen more closely. "Who is she?"

"So, you finally remembered you still have a home?" He reached for the box I was carrying, but I stepped aside. "It's fine. You're busy yourself." Samson frowned. "You're really so…" Just then, Celia called out to him, "Sam, the sun's getting so hot. I'm going to get burned out here! Can you grab me a sun hat?" "Sure." He turned and headed inside. I was going to follow him. "Jess." Celia blocked my way with the bike. "What is it?" I asked.

Fourteen Niccolo Capaldi The last time I had been to our summer home, it had been the summer before my senior year of high school. Dad took the whole family, including Daniela and her mother. We would spend the whole summer swimming, taking the yacht out, and having picnics. Here, I was a completely different person. There was something about Italy that made me relax a little more. And that summer, it had been particularly hot. Dad had been away on a lot of business trips leaving us alone to our own devices. Daniela usually spent most of the time helping out her mom with the house and the cooking.