Un Verano Inolvidable Novels & Stories

Helena's POV "OMG! I have this big room all to myself for two weeks," I muttered to myself and stood up. This is real!" I pinched myself and ran into the bathroom. Oh! It was magnificent. It was even more beautiful than the biggest house in Adelphi. Yeah, Adelphi it's my home town, the village I grew up in with love mixed with sorrow. Where all my misery started too. I don't want to remember the dreadful pasts for I gotta be strong for my family. I am in dire need of money to further my sisters education and cater for their needs. After dropping out from High school, I started doing various odd jobs to earn a living. To hell with things turning worse there(Adelphi). I have to come to New Yo

It’s a two-hour and twenty-minute flight from London to Olbia Coast, Italy. When we arrive at the airport, a car is standing by for us at the airport. After thirty more minutes of driving, we got to the resort where we will stick around for the next week. We check in to our room and immediately both Briand and I fall on the bed. This has been a tiring trip. I have always wanted to visit Italy for the summer. Last year Veronica and I planned a trip to Italy, then my papa’s fourth marriage happened. His wife, Genelia, is not someone I count on. I will never depend on her with my pet, let alone my siblings.

That red Ferrari was too damaged to be on the road, so he had switched to a black Lamborghini instead. I thought for a moment and took out my phone to call the police. "Hello, traffic police? I'd like to report someone for drunk driving." By the time Leon was detained, Calvin and I had already booked our flights. I wanted to see the northern lights. He wanted to visit the hot springs. We hit it off immediately and decided to go to the north. Before Leon went into jail, he sent me one last message. "Hey, Xandra. How heartless of you to report me. I won't let you go."

"Because he’s obsessed with you." "Rafael is a good man," Lanka noted. "He has his moments," Santiago said. Lanka looked at his husband. In the black tuxedo, Santiago looked like the devil’s favorite son. Every time their eyes met, Lanka’s pulse spiked. It was becoming a problem. "So, Lanka," Adriana said, her voice cutting through the noise. "Will you be at the Lake Como Villas this summer? You haven't missed a season since you were eighteen." Lanka’s blood ran cold. Lake Como? There was nothing about a summer retreat in the Cruz files.

Valeria threw her head back and shrieked, “Disgusting!” Rino raised his cup, “That’s the spirit.” The bottle spun again, it landed on Valeria. She tucked her hair behind her ear and smiled like the spotlight had been waiting for her. “Truth.” A girl next to her leaned in, grinning. “Did you sleep with Rino last summer in Monaco?” Everything stopped and heads turned toward me like I was there with them. Valeria gave a little shrug, all shy, “No,” she said sweetly. “I’m still a virgin but you never know,” she said airily, fingers twirling her straw, “Summer’s not over yet.”

Henry's eye's were fixed on mine, his mouth slightly open in shock. "Introduction," my mother said clearing her throat. "Henry, this is Melody's younger sister, Roseline." He shook his head a touch os if to pull himself together, a silver of awkwardness reflected in his expression as he tried a small smile of recognition at the introduction. "Roseline, this is Henry Campbell, Melody's fiancee." My mother's grin was so wide it had taken over her face. The moment I heard that word, I felt the air disappear from my lungs and heard Evan's voice in my ears as he muttered under his breath.

Vera I decided to explore our honeymoon suite. I walked around a bit and found a swimming pool.it was pollution outside with the best view the hotel had to offer I was busy admiring the way the sun rays back road against the blue duty of the pool when all of a sudden it's rose and Julius alighted from the pool his hair damn he's caused long to his head water droplets glistening all over his toned body making me go look at how gorgeous he looked.

I can smell peppermint and summer. "dormi, dolcezza" he suddenly said before hugging me tighter. I can feel the warmth in my stomach as he said that. I don't know what it means for I never took Italian language, I better go with French. The butterflies are there and I can hear that faint music. I shook my head in disappointment, how can I be so cliché?

The summer air was warm, yet refreshing. Summer in New York was always my favourite time of year, but nothing could compare to Barcelona. All of a sudden, I was craving being back there. It was a place I had fallen in love with immediately, calling it home as soon as I moved in with Giovanni. Now, I couldn’t wait to get home, to give birth to our boy and enjoy our drama free life. Slipping into the back seat of the car, Giovanni joined me, immediately tangling his hand with mine. I don’t miss the way he locks eyes on Vinnie in the mirror, the same old silent conversation drifting between them.

“Country or states, Sadie.” “I always dream of going to Verona, Italy, the beaches. Something like this that I have privacy. Not the public beaches where I can see people making out. I like some serene places and fresh air. Maybe one day, I will climb a mountain or one of the wonders of the world.” “Glad you like this place.” “Thank you for bringing me here where your parents spent their honeymoon.” “It was their last honeymoon.” “Oh, I’m so sorry.” Her voice laced in deep sorrow. “I hope this is not our last because I definitely won’t say no everywhere you want to drag me into.”