The Summer Love Novels & Stories

Scar said in a cool voice, But you could see the tension from the way her hand tightened on the pen. “Why don't you give them space to truly love you” Summer said,as she sat on a chair. “Love me,I'm broken loving me is hard” “Or maybe you are too hard on yourself” Scar faced her directly, “How can you be so cool,you know how terrible Donjon is” Scar asked,she was clearly changing the topic. Summer laughed, “Well I think you are asking the wrong question,the real question is why are you keeping me close” Summer asked, leaning on the table,they both stared at each other intently.

The sight hit me like a punch to the gut. Summer stood in the center of the dim room, back partially to me, peeling off her jacket. Her top was already halfway off, revealing smooth skin and the edge of a provocative outfit clearly meant for one purpose. A man lounged on the plush couch, masked, watching her with hungry eyes. She turned at the sound of the door. Our eyes locked. Shock ripped across her face. “Kingsley—” “What the fuck, Summer?” The words tore out of me before I could stop them. The client started to rise, but I didn’t care. I was already moving.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

I say as I take out a fresh outfit. "Yeah, sure. Next time we are going to the Hamptons, and please next time I drink don't let me make any plans. Otherwise, we might go hiking next time." I laugh as I put my hair in a ponytail. "Duly noted. So how are things with Anthony? Don't think I didn't notice the two of you intertwining fingers as we watched the movie." Summer blushed as she went to close the door and then leaned against it. "I know it hasn't been long but I really like him." She says with a big smile on her face. "I think about him all the time, his black hair and those big brown eyes, and those lushes lips. And the way he smells..."

We went from seeing each other every day to once every three months. Yet, every time he came back from a business trip, he would come home first and bring me a flower. And I would make him a simple bowl of noodle soup, just like I used to when we were kids. That day was just like any other. I made the noodles and waited for Felix to come home. I waited and waited, but instead, I got a call from the hospital. Time no longer mattered to Felix. Because my love was forever frozen at the age of 20.

Smiling faintly, he teased, "What kind of novel got you that worked up?" Heather met his gaze evenly. "It's about a couple everyone envies. But the man cheats on the woman when their relationship is tested by time. He wants to have both but ends up losing everything. Mitchell… would you ever be like him?" Mitchell's hand trembled slightly before he quickly steadied it. Pulling her into a tight embrace, he murmured, "Novels aren't real. No one could ever come between us. I'd never fall for someone else, Heather. You have to trust in my love for you."

Her breath hitched in her throat, her dark eyes wide as she looked up at me, searching my face for the lie she always expected to find. She was looking for the calculated, arrogant athlete who used people for his own advantage. But there was no script here. No cameras. No Sarah Sterling to direct our movements. There was just me, bleeding my heart out in a silver trailer in the middle of the night, holding onto her like she was the only thing keeping me from sinking. "Jaxson..." she whispered, her voice trembling, her gaze dropping to my lips before rising back to meet my eyes. "I’m in love with you, Summer," I said, the words breaking out of my chest like a confession I’d been trying to sup

Yes, I want to be remembered, but not that way. "Hey, lover girl." I holler at Simone, signaling for her to come over. The sun went down hours ago and it's a beach party with bonfires lighting up the whole place. "Hey to you too." She downs a bottle of beer in one gulp and throws the empty bottle to the sand. "So, this summer ended, and so did my relationship." "Wait, what? What happened with you and Tom?" "I'm too high to explain right now. I just need a bed, a pillow and enough middle fingers for the male species because men ain't shit."

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

I feel like I’ve built a wall, and the phone call love might use to reach me has been cut. ⸻