Cam From Summer I Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

A light breeze rustled the leaves, and it carried that familiar earthy scent of summer afternoons along with faint traces of mangoes still ripening on the branches. I climbed onto the hammock tied between two tree trunks and let it sway gently beneath me. It creaked softly as I settled in, pulling out my phone. I scrolled through F******k, liking a few posts without really paying attention. Occasionally, I switched to my camera to take photos—shots of the greenery, the swaying leaves, a close-up of Mama’s flowering plants. Then, for no real reason, I flipped the camera and snapped a few selfies. My hair was a little messy from the nap, but the natural lighting here was too good to waste.

Sarah smirked because Ashley had asked with concern and she liked it when Ashley had a scared expression from an unknown fear. "I want to tell you how your wonderful plan had backfired? Don't you want to know?" Ashley once again fumed, but kept her mouth sealed. "Alright, let me tell you, actually it was all because of Stefan, he was so caring. He was helping me on the bed when I accidentally tripped and fell down near the bedpost and saw your planted device and realized what were you up to. Then we both edited the recorder with our moans. How was that, my sister?"

However, Camryn loosened her grip. It then hit Callum. She was trying to pass the cane to him. “The inside of my cane is hollow. A voice recorder is hidden inside,” said Camryn in an unfluctuating tone. Callum’s dark eyes sparkled as his opinion of her began to change. He stopped the teasing. He held the cane high for a look and flicked on the wood. He managed to pry open a hollow spot and shake it to deliver a voice recorder from inside.

He pulled out his phone and showed me the picture. On the screen, Olivia Lynch wore a white dress and held a swaddled baby in her arms. Her smile looked gentle and peaceful. Ethan stood beside her with one arm around her waist. He looked down at her with a soft smile in his eyes. It was only a photograph, yet the love in his gaze was clear and strong. It pierced straight through me. I had never seen him look at anyone that way. My eyes drifted to the date in the corner of the photo, and my breath caught.

[Strip your pants off] Sam is shaking, and he lowers the camera even it is against his will to do this kind of thing live. The man is happy when seeing him doing what he requested. His boxer shorts is so cute that it makes him chuckle. Sam looks at the camera, "w-what do you want from me?" even he is struggling to speak straight. "Simple … do you masturbate on cam?" the voice makes his shudder! This is ridiculous! Sam complained, "ARE YOU NUTS?!"

Rain ordered with an unusual voice, this time her voice is giving me goosebumps. I look at her and her eyes we're dead, there's no emotion and the look on her face turned into someone who's ready to kill. My attention went back on Camillo, he gulps as he put his gun down and he raised his hands to surrender. "Now, be a good old man and go find some other that has a great amount of bounty than mine," Summer said. Her expression went back to the way it was. Camillo walks away, fuming mad. I look at Summer.

This posture had her encircled in his arms. The video from before had finished playing. Cade moved the cursor and clicked on one at random. Cameron didn't stop him. It wasn't anything to be ashamed of, so she didn't mind if he watched it. This video was taken right in the middle of summer. Cicadas were chirping loudly, and Cameron was in a thin T-shirt. A man was pinning her down to a coarse cement floor. He tore at her clothing for the person beside her to snap photos. While he ripped her clothes off, he bellowed and blurted all sorts of vulgarities.

Ian I watched from my seat as Summer walked up to the podium in the Charlotte Art Museum, fidgeting with her dress. What a dress it was, too. Long, deep burgundy, and a slip-satin that hugged her hips and waist. The neckline swept low, peeking at the swell of her breasts. The tone complimented her skin, especially when she blushed, and it was really damn difficult watching her move in that thing when all I could think about was getting it off her.

“We made it.” He took it silently. “Not gonna lie,” I said. “You look like you’re waiting for a refund on life.” “It’s bright,” he muttered, sipping his drink. “It’s the sun, babe. It tends to do that.” I pulled out my phone and leaned into him, camera facing us. “No,” he said instantly, flinching back. “Yes,” I said, already snapping. Click. Perfect. Cameron with his sunglasses, looking mildly annoyed and weirdly gorgeous anyway. Me grinning like an idiot next to him. Iconic.