The Summer That Melted Everything Novels & Stories

Seventeen-year-old Jake is sent to the quiet coastal town of Ashford Cove to spend the summer with his aunt while attending summer school to make up his English and biology grades. Hoping for a fresh start, he never expects to meet Sarah—a teenage vampire with lots of secrets. When Jake discovers Sarah's true nature, he accepts her for who she is, and an unlikely friendship begins to grow. But when Sarah learns that Jake is a werewolf, everything changes. Raised to believe that werewolves and vampires are sworn enemies, she declares him her enemy. As the two turn against each other, a far more dangerous evil begins to emerge from the shadows, leaving chaos in its wake across Ashford Cove.

Summer Love. I didn't think the summer part mattered. Sure we did fall in love during the summer. That doesn't mean I didn't expect it to last past that. It didn't matter to me that he was Nathan Kalis's school-bad boy. To me, he was just Nathan. The man couldn't go more than ten minutes before demanding a kiss. Who always wanted me to cuddle into him. And who loved listening to me read my books out loud.

But she indeed felt the biting coldness, and she noticed there were burning fires in the fireplace. She cast a hateful glance at all of those people, especially Olivia, and then went to the window to check. It was right before dawn. Outside, the sky was bluish-dark, but things could already be seen clearly. Through the transparent glass on the casement window, Lennie saw huge snowflakes falling off heaven. It was in the middle of the summer, but everything outside the window was covered with thick white. Lennie couldn’t see trees, roads, or mountains she was familiar with, only snow, and snow, and snow.

“I made a mistake, Summer. But you and I—we were meant to build an empire together. You think Thunder Voldizépeña can love you the way I did?” Her jaw clenched. “Thunder respects me. You used me.” “I made you!” he snapped suddenly, voice low but sharp. “Everything you are—the fire, the independence, even your pain—I created that. I gave you purpose.” Summer leaned in, her eyes steel. “You gave me trauma. And tonight, I give you the truth.” She pressed the hidden button in her bracelet. From a van parked outside, Thunder and the agents tuned in, hearing everything. Thunder clenched his fists. "She’s doing it... brave girl."

I reached out to touch her arm, but she pulled away. “Don’t,” she whispered. “It’s burning.” I could feel the heat even from inches away. She clutched her chest suddenly, eyes widening, stumbling back against a tree. “June!” I moved toward her, but Harper grabbed my wrist. “Look,” she breathed. The snow around June was melting in a slow, perfect circle. Steam curled upward in gentle wisps. Her eyes fluttered closed, then snapped open—and for a second, they weren’t June’s eyes at all.

Checks the time 'Sh*t it's already six thirty'. Summer had begun and all of the neighborhood kids took advantage of every bit of daylight that shined. As soon as the sun come up you could hear the ATV's rummble from inside the house. Blacking out her windows to get some sleep during the daylight hours had done its job but there was nothing she could do about the noise disturbing her rest. She remembered what it was like to be a child. Carefree. Happy. Endless summer days with friends. That isn't something she dared ruin for them. Besides her salted caramel java monster would pep her up in no time.

Summer suggested, practically vibrating with excitement. I nodded, grabbing the thick blankets I'd had prepared by the door. We stepped out onto the private terrace, the cold air immediately nipping at our exposed skin. I wrapped a blanket around Summer's shoulders before pulling her against me under a second one. Above us, the aurora had expanded to fill the entire sky—swirling, pulsating, alive with cosmic energy. Summer tilted her face upward, the ethereal light playing across her features, transforming her into something otherworldly and magnificent.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

I said. Summer turned in my arms, looping her hands behind my neck, her amber-flecked eyes sparkling with a happiness that was no longer a dream, but our reality. "I make no promises, Captain," she whispered, her lips parting into that real, breathtaking smile. I leaned down and kissed her, taste-testing the sweet, familiar warmth of a life we had fought for, bled for, and finally won. The ice had melted years ago, the storm was long gone, and the summer we had built together was never going to end.

Armani managed to push Dex towards the wall and grabbed Zaylee's body. "Armani lay her back there" "Sorry friend" Armani dashed out of the house. Dex's vision became bloody, he took out a bottle of wine by the counter and drank it all in a gulp. He shattered the bottle on the floor and began to pick up the pieces "Zaylee!" he yelled her name. The broken glasses had injured his skin and blood gushed out. "Zaylee!!" he yelled her name louder this time. He managed to get up but got his foot sliced by a bigger piece of the broken glass