The Year Without Summer Book Novels & Stories

"This brat's definitely sulking and hiding out on some sheltered slope having a nap. I know him too well. The moment he runs into any difficulty, he wants to curl up and hide just like his mother. "I told him that if he doesn't make it to the summit by midnight tonight, I'm cutting off his living expenses for the next semester." I floated above the dining table, bitterness flooding through me. The blizzard hit out of nowhere, and I lost all sense of direction. As hypothermia took hold, I started hallucinating. I even tore off that flimsy windbreaker Dad had grudgingly given me. Right before I died, I still fantasized that Dad might come to save me.

I stuffed the last piece of clothing into the suitcase and snapped it shut, then I looked around the apartment. Having lived here for five years, my presence was everywhere, from the paintings on the walls to the throw pillows on the couch and the plants on the balcony. Now, those very details felt like a cruel joke. I wheeled my suitcase toward the living room and paused to look at the calendar. New Year’s Day was tomorrow. A fresh start and a brand-new year. Without hesitation, I reached for my phone and reserved a seat on the first high-speed train heading to Cedar Hollow, my hometown.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.

I excitedly open his profile to search for the book, only to see an announcement saying the release of the manga is postponed to next month due to some unexpected circumstance. What unexpected circumstance?! I needed to know it right away. I couldn't wait longer. I find myself hurriedly changing my clothes and rushing downstairs, yelling to my mom I'm going out. Grabbing my car key from the living room table, I race to the porch and hop into my car, driving away in direction of Theo's book shop. I pull open the glass door of the shop, preparing myself to once again meet with the owner of the beautiful green eyes which makes my heart thud faster each time. But instead I meet with a pair of ti

It always feels like this small town of mine knows when it’s about to be the first day of summer, and I can't help but wonder, what now? What is next? Hhhph?... Watercolor loves adventure. children on bikes with ice cream dripping from their palms? New lovers and summer flings, kissing behind abandoned storage units and big, thousand-year-old rocks on the beach? Lost shoes after midnight benders and candy flipping, innocence washed away with the waves, never to be retrieved again...the list can go on for days, seventy-seven days to be exact. Maybe...just maybe. I wonder what this summer is going to be like with a killer on the loose.

Summer of the second year arrived differently. Not in its weather — the city was hot and then warm and then occasionally rainy in the same unpredictable way it was always hot and warm and occasionally rainy. Not in its quality of light, which was the generous light Adrian had been describing since October of the first year and which Daniel had now been watching for two summer cycles and could read with the eye of someone who had been taught to look.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

Zann rushed inside, only to find the place empty and deathly quiet. My clothes were gone. The familiar kitchenware had vanished. Only a thin layer of dust covered the table. His heart sank. The gnawing feeling finally surged and washed over him. Just then, his assistant rushed over and handed him a package. Zann’s hands trembled as he tore it open. A cold urn came into view. The name Neve Steele burned into his eyes. “No! Impossible!” he roared, flinging the urn to the floor. “She must be throwing a tantrum, trying to scare me!”

Wendy set the cotton swab down and replied calmly, “I don’t want to talk about this right now.” “I know.” Austin smiled. “I just wanted you to know that I can wait.” She closed the first-aid kit. “Austin, I just ended a seven-year relationship. I only wanted to focus on the competition, win an award, and restart my career at the moment.” “I understand.” Austin nodded. Wendy said nothing more and went to the kitchen to pour some water. Her phone lit up on the coffee table. Austin glanced at it. It was an unfamiliar number that had sent a video.

“You were reading a finance book in the lobby café. And your presentation landed us the biggest deal with M.Co too,” I frowned. “That was like… three months ago.” “Yes.” “You noticed that?” His voice lowered again. “You were biting your lip while you read.” Heat shot straight to my face. “You’re unbelievable.” “So is your habit of pretending you’re invisible.” I folded my arms defensively. “Maybe I like being invisible.” He leaned closer again. Close enough that his voice brushed my ear. “No,” he murmured. “You don’t.” A shiver ran through me. Before I could respond, he stepped back. The sudden space felt strange, Like something had been taken away.