When Summer Ends Book Novels & Stories

"Ms. Sheffield, your illness is already very serious. You probably don't have much time left. Do you need me to contact your parents for you?" At that, June weakly shook her head. "No need. My parents… last year, because of debt, they were driven to jump off a building. They're gone now too. Now, besides you… I don't have any family left in this world." The news took me slightly aback. "Really? But I think you've misunderstood something. We stopped being husband and wife a long time ago, so we can't be considered family either." Seeing the lifeless look in her eyes, I no longer had the patience to stay there any longer.

She couldn’t recall how long it had been—one, two, or three hours. That was just the way love went. There was no turning back once you decided to take that path unless you could set yourself free... If you couldn’t set yourself free, you would only face endless suffering. After a long time, Summer finally got up and walked out of the villa. The sky had turned bright with radiant rays of sun lighting up the grass and flowers around her, enhancing their beauty. The scent of the flowers was wafting in the air. It was faint, fresh, and pleasing to the nose, but nothing seemed to interest Summer.

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.

They were watching a very emotional movie which made Aunt Mimi cry a lot, making Beatrice and Joy laugh at her. Aunty Mimi bade them good night a few minutes after the movie ended and she went straight to bed. Beatrice looked down at Joy who was resting on her body and smiled. She loved the atmosphere and she felt there was no better time to talk about the matter at hand than now. She cleared her thoughts with a cough and called out to Joy. "My princess, who are you feeling?" Beatrice asked and Joy smiled. "I'm very happy at the moment, I love the movie's ending. I believe karma is real and evil will always get the reward and handsome guys always get the good girl" Joy exclaimed.

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Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

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.

The ninth time Julian Hale chose Vivian Cross over me, I held a knife to Vivian's throat and made her beg for forgiveness in the middle of a crowded downtown plaza. I thought that would finally be enough to end the affair. Instead, Julian made me pay for hurting her. He went after my father's company and destroyed it, leaving my family broke and buried in debt to loan sharks. In the end, my father, Martin Ellison, couldn't take it anymore. He swallowed an entire bottle of pills beside my mother, Diane Ellison. The shock was too much for her heart, and she died soon after. I lost both my parents in a single day. The day after the funerals, the doctor gave me more bad news. I had late-stage st

He once said that one day, we would look back and reminisce on all these photos when we were old. Those were our happy, beautiful memories. "No! Please don’t burn them!" I desperately tried to stop him, crying and begging. My eyes filled with bloodied tears. But William still emptied the photos into the fire. As the flames swallowed them, my body became even more transparent. It was almost completely invisible. I was about to disappear. 'Goodbye, William.' "Whitney, the biggest regret of my life was falling in love with you. I will forget you completely, forever."

The last page had only two lines. "June 25th. This is the 100th time Dexter has ditched me to go help my best friend in the lab." "What a coincidence. The diary's full. Exactly 100 pages." Dexter's chest ached in waves, and at some point, the tears started falling onto the pages. He remembered that day. Brianna had hit a wall with her research and was panicking. He didn't think twice before dropping me on the side of the road and driving to the institute alone.