Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Novels & Stories

Summer immediately saw some strange things. She glanced at the man, who was watching her eagerly, and opened the album. The moment she opened the album, Summer tossed the phone away in horror.

someone asked from the outside of the door. Sky and Summer exchanged glances. Their eyes were both wide. Their eyebrows were arched high. "Oh, no, Mommy! We're too late to get out. The other evil guys have already arrived," Summer whispered, panicking. Sky took a deep breath. Just as she was about to retort, the fierce guy interrupted with a strange sound, "Hmmph hmmph hmmph!" Feeling annoyed, Summer put her hands on her hips. "You're so noisy! Didn't you hear that Mommy and I were talking? Interrupting other people's conversations is rude," she grumbled.

But there's this fact that I can't fight that, I can only hate myself rather. But even before any of us can speak, a hard knock comes on the door and Summer's yell follows, "Aunty, there's a hot green eyed, pale skinned american asking of you!" Hot? Green eyed? Pale skinned? That sounds very familiar, but this is Cinque Terre. I give my mute mate a long stare once more before turning around to leave the room. I descend the stairs with a quiet Summer at my side. She isn't saying anything and that is only good for my mood right now. You can bet I won't be able to cope with a rambling tween and a nagging inner self. Just as we descend the stairs, I sight that familiar back view in the living ro

My voice was rough, but there was a small hint of amusement in it. She didn’t deny it. She just smiled again. “Is it working then?” she asked quietly. I shook my head slightly, even though I knew she could already see the answer in my eyes. “You’re impossible,” I muttered. Before she could reply— A small voice filled the room. “Mommy, I’m ready!” We both turned at the same time. Summer stood at the doorway, dressed and excited, her eyes bright as she looked at us. Carian’s expression softened instantly.

Summer squeezed her throat and called out delicately, "Mr. Winter…I need to discuss something with you…" Joe looked at her like a ghost, shaking the goosebumps on his body. "Hello, Summer, can you be normal?" "I'm normal, Mr. Winter…" Summer was smiling, extraordinarily gentle, and well-behaved. "You are so wise and powerful, you can predict the future, see the situation clearly, you really have an exquisite heart…" Joe could not take it anymore. 'Summer is usually like a tigress. How can she be so delicate?' It was not like her at all!

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

“Thanks for liking it. And about the snacks, there are a few you can eat, don’t worry.” That actually made me laugh, a real laugh. For a second I felt… normal. Like someone my age. Like a girl hanging out with another girl. Not a broken person trying to survive her own guilt. We got into the tent together, the fabric brushing softly behind us as we settled in. Adeline grabbed the iPad, her fingers tapping lightly across the screen. “What are we watching?” I asked. “The Summer I Turned Pretty,” she said casually, still focused on choosing the episode.

I have no shame; sue me for being obsessed. We’d been in bed all day. Literally. Bed. Day. Done. Kissing, laughing, half-heartedly watching TV while mostly getting distracted by each other. First it was breakfast pancakes—which turned into kissing over syrup. Then it was “okay, let’s actually watch something.” Which, of course, turned into kissing through entire scenes of The Summer I Turned Pretty. We are currently in Season two. Now, this was critical business. Because somehow—somehow—my girl had chosen the wrong team.

The laughter of those men echoed in my ears, vile and mocking as their faces loomed closer, leering, their hands reaching for me. I tried to scream, but no sound came out. “Come on, sweetheart,” one of them hissed, his fingers curling around my wrist. “We’ll show you a good time.” My body froze, paralysed by fear as they yanked me toward them. My pulse raced, my heart pounding so loudly it drowned out all other sounds. “NO!” I wanted to yell, but my voice betrayed me. Suddenly, Summer appeared. Her laugh was eerie, chilling, and it echoed all around me, louder and louder, until it drowned out even the men.

The head of the orphanage found me in the middle of the scorching summer, which was why he named me Theros Sommar. When Daisy learned of it, she then said that moving forward, the summer solstice every year would be my birthday. She then prepared birthday gifts for me and even baked a birthday cake for me to celebrate. Ever since my gastric bleeding the other day, she had forbidden me from drinking again. But the mood back then had been just right, so I pestered her until she gave in and allowed me to drink some red wine. One thing led to another, and that night, she finally gave herself wholly to me.