Debbie Summertime Saga Novels & Stories

"you going back to work? Didn't you just get here?" Wendy nodded. "Yeah I just got back" she replied, "But I'm heading out again" Debbie nodded and dropped the bag she was carrying. Her eyes took Wendy's outfit in, then landed on the bag she was carrying. "I take it you won't be returning tonight. Judging by that bag you're carrying" she said. Wendy nodded. "Yeah something like that" she replied. Debbie already knew about what happened between her and Damon at the island, and yet she didn't understand why she was feeling weird about it right now.

Summer sat cross-legged on her bed as she read Saul's message. "Are you done with everything? I want to meet up and discuss some details." "In two more days," Summer replied. "Sounds good. Let me know when you confirm the time," Saul responded. "Okay." Summer stretched herself lazily. She ignored the messages from Anthony and tossed her phone to the side. "Phoebe, it's really late. I'm getting sleepy. Can I skip packing? It's just a two-day and one-night trip." Phoebe chuckled and said, "I'm already done. Ms. Hartford, get some rest. I won't disturb you anymore."

Margaux asks Debbie breathlessly. "I wanted to go see my mom," Debbie chimes in causing everyone’s eyes to fall on her. "She's at a party. The--" she scrunches her nose, trying to remember, and Eric thinks he has never seen anything cuter. After a second, she perks up and exclaims, "Mama's at the Blue Moon welcome party!' "Really,"Eric smiles,"Well that's where we are going now. Do you want to come with us?" Debby nodded furiously. "Let's go! I'll introduce you to Mama, and then she can make you my daddy!"

Luca Sinclair's POV “Okay, here’s one. Why do we call Deborah Deb?” She is back with another random topic, “Like, why not call her Bruh?” As expected, she giggles to herself with that lame joke, putting the phone that was used to video-call Deborah a few seconds ago in a sparkly clutch. Perhaps I am high from this drug I call Sophie Summers, but I chuckle seeing her being totally amused with that small enquiry, somewhat being contagious with the happy vibe she has been spreading since we arrive here.

Confirm what my instincts already screamed. Was Debbie my daughter?

Austin said and Debbie sighed "It was because of Sharon....." Debbie exhaled and Sharon feigned ignorance, pleading innocent of the accusation "I have no idea!" Sharon mouthed "Let her talk" Trina said and we all payed attention to the miserable story, and Debbie was being too dramatic about it "It all happened in a summer of some years ago. I was in my aunt's boutique, helping her in the shop. Sharon had this friend that was all over me, I had never seen him before. But her description was that he is tall, dark, cute with dreadlocks and soooooooo fucking cute" she paused and took a sip of the juice

"Come back to Riveria after she's given birth. The company needs you. Your position is still here, waiting for you." "No, thanks. Give it to someone else who's more suitable than me." "There's no one else more suitable than you. No one else…" Brooke sounded like a child as she repeated the same words and started mumbling. I couldn't find the heart to hang up on her after recalling what Gaston had told me. "Theros, come back here. I can't stand it anymore. Please come back. I'll even make you Deputy CEO." "Brooke, there's no going back for either one of us. Also, this is my second child. I want to take good care of her."

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

"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.