When Summer Ends Book Novels & Stories

The whole field was becoming a huge book, writing itself beneath their feet. “We have to find the real Gabe,” June said. She grabbed Dante’s hand. His grip was weak, but she squeezed harder. “If his name’s on the list of the dead, there’s got to be a way back. This book is alive. It listens to us—our blood, our work.” “You can’t change what’s already been eaten,” the shadow hissed, lunging. Smoky hands reached for June’s book. “Run!” June yelled. They tore across the field, but nothing felt solid. Each step crumpled the paper ground beneath them. Huge black letters appeared at their feet: THE END OF THE AVERY FAMILY.

She looked for a while, fingers trailing across titles, eyes scanning. Then she stopped. Her hand hovered, then grabbed it. A thin book. Black leather, no title on the spine. Worn at the edges like it’d been opened too many times. She opened it and it was the exact page she was looking for. Like the book knew. Sarah read a couple lines. Her lips moved silently over the words. She fearfully closed it. The thump was loud in the quiet room. Sarah swallowed hard. Her throat clicked. The red was still in her eyes, reflected in the dark window across from her.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

progressive-markdown_:is(p,blockquote,ul,ol,h1,h2,h3,h4,h5,h6)]:pr-8"> _*]:min-w-0 gap-3 standard-markdown"> Julia — First-Person POV Summer arrived the way summers did after difficult years — with a particular generosity, as though the season understood it owed something. The estate in June was unrecognizable from the estate I had first walked into — not structurally, not architecturally, but in the specific way that spaces were transformed by the people who inhabited them and the choices those people made about what kind of life to build inside the walls.

Over summer break, right after graduation, my parents, Stuart and Rachel Powell, decided the whole family would take a road trip together. But the moment I hauled my suitcase up to the car door, Mom's hand shot out to stop me. "There's no room. Maybe you should just sit this one out." She glanced back at the seat behind her. "Aiden doesn't want you along, either. He's not feeling well right now, so give way to him." My knuckles went white on the suitcase handle, and my throat turning bitter. Aiden was the biological son they'd lost years ago and only just found again. Ever since he came back, everything that used to be mine had gone to him. Slowly, I'd been pushed to the margins of t

He grabbed Kelly and threw himself off the yacht, dragging her down into the ocean with him. They disappeared beneath the waves. … When the news reached me, I felt nothing. No anger, no sadness. Just an eerie sense of finality. It was, in the end, the perfect ending for Zarrick. I turned back to my assistant, unfazed. "Make sure everything is ready for our family vacation." My life was mine to live, and I intended to live it well. My parents—I would take care of them with everything I had. And my darling daughter, Alice—her future would be limitless. The End

I felt like the air left my lungs. “That’s…” I began, but I didn’t finish. “Remember the prophecy,” Summer said and paused, her eyes moving between everyone. No one spoke. No one moved. Then she said the last thing. “Mommy is not the right person to live, Riley is.”

"So. Are we doing this? Is this a thing now? Because I need to know if I should start planning accordingly. Do I need to buy earplugs for movie nights? Am I going to walk in on this again? Give me a warning system at least." "There's no system to plan for," I said, "because there's nothing happening." Summer's head snapped toward me. I felt it the second the words left my mouth — felt the shift in the air, the way her whole body went rigid beside me, some fragile thing I hadn't even realized was still delicately balanced now cracking straight down the middle. "Nothing happening," she repeated, quiet, careful, each word laid down like a blade. "Summer—" "No, no." She held up a hand, cutting m

the little girl says “Ugh Treasure you’re no fun” Saturn says as she swirls around causing her to lose her footing and start to fall towards the edge of the cliff “SATURN NO” Treasure yells and I don’t know what comes over me because I rush out of the trees and when I realize I won’t catch her in time I pull some of earths magic and I send a rush of wind coming from under the girl which throws her back onto the dirt

I trailed behind them the whole day, never daring to tear my gaze from their smiling faces. By halfway through, I felt numb. … In the afternoon, the toddler asked for ice cream. Luke turned around and went to queue for it. Ramona took the boy's hand, and both of them waited in the shade. He was bouncing a red rubber ball against the ground to kill time. Suddenly, his hand slipped. The ball fell out of his hand and rolled toward me. Ramona was checking her phone. She didn't notice he had lost his toy. The ball rolled to a stop at the tip of my foot.