If You Like 'the Summer I Turned Pretty' Novels & Stories

I think you are gonna love us the Pierce’s. 📍 #TBC_ #Inspired by Mean Girls A/N: I really don’t know what to say, don’t forget to review your thoughts and mine

"With honey mustard. I'm basically a five-year-old." I smiled. "Favorite TV show?" "The Great British Baking Show. It's wholesome and no one yells at each other and I can watch it when I'm anxious without it making things worse." "Music?" "Depends on mood. When I'm happy, anything upbeat. Lizzo. Beyoncé. When I'm sad, I torture myself with Adele." "Place you want to visit?" "Japan during cherry blossom season. I've wanted to go since I was twelve and saw a documentary about it." She paused. "What about you? What's Dante Moretti's favorite color?"

"Lily would be a sweet kid… however Sofia…” She's sensitive. She jumps at the chance to toss things… "Stop it." She at last murmured furiously. "There will be no Lily or Sofia! There will be a Liam or an Ethan, perhaps a Kieran or an Alex… and he will have red hair and green eyes. He will be a delightful and adored child.”

"Ophelia, I'll take you to the beach." I looked down at my feet. It turned out that they had already become transparent. A sad smile decorated my face as I nodded in response.

So that's a plus in her book. Contrary to popular belief, Krystal is not that well liked by most models. Be it because of her family background or because she's as blunt as a curious toddler, or maybe both. But the point is she's not a sunshine in the field despite her easy going nature and how she likes to treat her co-workers –if she likes them enough like how she likes George and Sarah and maybe even Dalia– very well like friends. It's also the reason why her cousins want to work with her. Because Krystal doesn't spout sugar cloud cotton candied words just to appease people. If she likes you then that's on you being good at something.

"So, back to what I'm saying. You two should be honest and please, stop snapping like you wanted to kill each other." "We're not!" "Ha, I will just believe it when I see it." She smirked at me and bit unto her blueberry cheesecake "Aww, why is this so tasty. I swear to the River Styx that this will be my most favorite cheesecake in the whole world!" "River Styx? You read Percy Jackson series?" She look at me in disbelief "Of course I did, it's fantastic and I love reading Rick Riordan books." "Cool" I smiled at her and bit into my cheesecake "Well, what will be my next step?"

Please, let him never break her heart like he broke mine. “Got a long list of ex-lovers… they’ll tell you I’m insane!” Summer sang along at the top of her lungs, and Helios grimaced. “Princess, those lyrics are a little old for you.” I rolled my eyes. Really? He’s arguing with a seven-year-old about pop songs. “She loves Taylor Swift,” I said flatly, since Summer had already tuned him out. We pulled up to school just as Summer spotted a boy with messy black hair waiting by the gate. She practically leaped out of the car the second we stopped.

"These toys are designed to help with desensitization. After applying the medication, you can use a toy repeatedly to gradually reduce sensitivity. Many of your sensitive areas are located deep inside, so this tool is essential." Feeling shy, I asked, "Which one do you think would be right for me?" "Let me take a look and see which one fits best. Since this is an internal exam, do you want your boyfriend in the room?" There was no way Michael could be here. If he saw another man touching me like this, he'd probably dump me on the spot. Besides, the fact that he wasn't here made the experience unexpectedly thrilling. To my surprise, I told Jerry that Michael didn't need to be present.

Elliot looked at me like he was annoyed and said, "Wendy, if your family hadn't fired Sheila after the birthday mess, she wouldn't be here. I gave her these presents to apologize on her behalf." I did not care about what he was saying. I was too angry and shouted, "Give me back my ring!" Elliot paused, looking guilty. Sheila, sitting next to him, started to speak up with a fearful look on her face. "Wendy, Elliot gave me so many gifts, and they were all wrapped up so fancily that I just couldn't get them open. I read somewhere that I could use a ring to help open the presents, so I tried it with the one right here."

I reply. She gives me a smile. My hands rest ob her legs and I absently begin to rub them. When the song goes off, I turn on Angel Flying Too Close To The Ground. It has sad undertones and she squinches her nose. She likes the sad ones the best, but she won't admit to it. “That feels good.”