Novel & Cerita Un Verano Inolvidable

… Halfway across the globe, Alfred sat in front of his laptop for a very long time, reading the last sentence over and over again. After typing and deleting his reply countless times, he was left with a single line of text. "I just want to hear her voice." But he never tapped on the send button because he suddenly remembered all the nights Bella wanted to hear his voice the most, when her birthday candles burned halfway down, when she was hooked up to an IV drip in the ER, or when blood seeped from the wound on her forehead. She had waited for him, and he had never shown up.

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

No matter when or where she was, all it took was a single phone call from Conrad, and she would drop everything to rush to his side. Just then, I was reminded of something Conrad had posted on New Year's Eve. The caption read, "Being someone's favorite means that no matter when, you're always their first choice."

Netizens lamented Elise's viciousness. [Gosh, so vicious at only 18!] [Damn, I can't imagine how Nicola got through that!] [She ruined a young woman! Thankfully, Nicola's doing well now!] I stopped looking at these comments and began to enjoy my vacation. The next morning, I received a call from an unknown number. As soon as I answered, Elise's angry voice rang out. "Nicola! Have you lost your mind? Must you ruin the Tromp family and me? The Tromp family has been kind to you. You're such an ingrate!"

For the first time in months, the house felt empty. With Victoria and her bridesmaids off to the Hamptons and the Mayor and Mrs. Grant attending a political gala across the state, the heavy silence of the mansion felt peaceful rather than predatory. I lay spread-eagle on my narrow bed, staring at the cracked ceiling of the staff quarters. My body ached from the humiliation of the night before the sticky residue of champagne still felt like it was clotted in my hair but my mind was blissfully blank.

"I can see why it's your favorite spot." Nicholas smiled, nostalgic memories flooding his mind. "I have so many fond memories of racing sailboats and exploring the coastline with my friends." As they continued their drive, Nicholas pointed out a secluded cove, surrounded by towering palm trees and crystal-clear waters. "And that's our private beach," he said, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "We'd have family barbecues and bonfires there during the summer months." Sarah's eyes grew even wider. "A private beach? That sounds like a dream come true!"

Maria Medri’s POV I slipped on my blue swimsuit just as the sun rose. It was already hot outside—typical lush morning at the Ricchezza beach house on the Al-Faw Peninsula. The Persian Gulf shimmered under the sun, calm and endless, with that soft breeze that made you forget everything for a second. I missed Valentina. She was off in Switzerland with Raffaele, chasing orichalcum and red flowers and whatever other insanity they’d stumbled into this time.

The afternoon sun painted the vineyards with a golden glow as Esme led Elona, Julio, and the triplets toward the sprawling Valtieri estate. Despite her fractured memory, the pull she felt toward Elona and Julio was undeniable. Every glance at Elona stirred an ache in her heart, while Julio’s quiet reverence evoked emotions she couldn’t name.

But the gathering made us all laugh because Amara seemed to learn a few cuss words. Serene Oh... that? Yeah I don't know where she'd learn words like that from. Me You liar! Serene Did she snitch? No more candy for her. I laugh and roll my eyes. Me How's Sky? Serene She's good. She misses Amara a lot though. She hates this vacation because there's no CiCi's pizza in Minnesota. 5 Me Awe, Amara misses her as well. See you guys next week? Serene Definitely. Love you.

Cruz hardly hear. She closes her eyes and rests for a while. After a long journey, they arrived in the villa Del Valle at midnight. Mr. Cruz woke them up, Valerie forcefully opened her eyes and look out from the window of the car. She nods at the driver as she rolled down the window, the fresh air touches her skin as soon as she opened it. “I’m back,” she whispered. She suddenly remembers why she went back to this place, she glances at Schina who is sleeping soundly.