This One Summer Book Novels & Stories

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Dear Gentle Readers, First of all, this author would like to say a massive THANK YOU to all of you who have given this story a chance! As you know, this book is Book 2 of The Autumn Summers Series and it sorta ended in a cliffhanger. The reason being is (as this author has mentioned in his reply to one of the reviews here) because there will be 2 books for Book 3.

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

he said quietly before casually grabbing an apple from the fruit rack, as if he hadn’t just turned my world upside down. I clenched my fists. This summer was going to be hell.

She also admitted that she’d forged her father's signature for a weekend trip when she was in high school. April confessing she once camped overnight at a bookstore for a limited-edition release. Kael was cornered by a dare, he was asked to recite a random line of poetry while standing on the bench like a Shakespearean ghost. The easy warmth surprised me as everyone blended. We weren’t just a club tonight, we were a family stitched together by books and ink. Then Brent’s turn came again. Sammy pointed at him. “Truth or dare?” He hesitated, a smirk curling on his lips. “Truth.”

I really don't like remembering that Summer will be done soon, I don't know what I'll do without her. "Hey, I will always be here for you and you know that, I'm still in town, just a lot busier, stop acting like I'm traveling across continents" Summer said pulling me into a bear hug. "let's go check out the safe. I still don't understand the whole passkey thing" I said standing up. "That boy is a delinquent, what is he trying to achieve this time. You Really can't guess what it could be?" she said looking at me,as we found our way towards the Home Office

Kennedy POV. The weather was bad, but I needed to get that new book, it's Robert birthday gift, who'd knew a grown up man would kill for the newest werewolf love book. I got into my car, drove carefully toward the local book store, they had the new book reserved for me. It was supposed to one quick drive, until I walked into the library. A girl was sitting on a bean bag, her blond hair was covering her eyes with overgrown bangs, she tried to huff them away from her face but to no use. She looked young, maybe she's just here with her parents, looking down at the book she had in her hands it was a kids story. Does she read for the local kids? Or is it just for her?

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

My new colleagues spoke rapidly, emails never stopped coming, and meetings often stretched from morning until late afternoon. After school, Bella would wait for me in the children's reading area near the office, where there were shelves full of picture books. At first, she was afraid to sit alone for too long and would stand by the door, holding a book. But as she slowly grew comfortable with the space, she would take a seat in a corner and immerse herself in the pages. One day, my meeting dragged on for an extra half hour. I found her holding a picture book when I finally stepped out of the office.

Of the life they had almost built. Of the brother who had chosen destruction over healing. And of the summer that had begun with forbidden sins… …and might end in blood.