Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Novels & Stories

1 week later Adonis's POV "Ah Finally! I found it! Yes!" I leave a sigh and lie back on my bed, staring at the attractive comic book cover on my phone screen. The cover features a beautiful blonde girl in the middle of two identical twin guys, their only difference in the colour of their hair. One has blonde hair and the other is a brunette. "Double Trouble," I read the name aloud. "And it's the last one." It's the last of Theo's comic books.

Lydia’s voice was calm, but every word was as sharp as a knife’s edge. “You stole his work and had him locked up in a mental hospital. He died unjustly. “Moon, you’re not only foolish but also cruel. If the Sterling family stays in your hands, it’ll be destroyed.” She stood up and looked down at Moon. “Oh, one more thing… “Mr. Quincy Miller has the digital copy of the proposal. “He asked me to pass on a message to you. “He said, ‘How do you like the second gift?’”

“I HATE—” He literally broke down. I could hear his back pressing against the door, sliding down, maybe. But his moans of agony filled the hallway. I stayed inside Summer while Jake screamed and cried outside the door. I didn’t care. Not anymore. Summer was the silence in my head. The voice that quieted all my demons. She was my ruin. My home. “Yes,” she moaned, louder now, biting her lower lip to muffle the sound. “Fuck me. Please—don’t stop.”

But I loved being busy, knowing that all the time I invested would always be translated into signed contracts and formal invitations to book fairs. … By the spring of our second year, the children's picture book I managed became a great success. Bella had changed, too. She made new friends, and if their language barriers made it tough for them to understand each other, they communicated with stickers. We would bake apple pies in the kitchen and take slow trains to explore the quiet nearby towns. She had grown taller now and developed a much more cheerful personality. She no longer felt the need to trade gold stars for anyone to spend time with her.

My fingers trembled as I picked up each shard, my mind racing far faster than my hands could move. Silverlake. Why was he going back to Silverlake? Nothing about this made sense, and the nonsense of it terrified me more than if it had made perfect, predictable sense. I swept the broken pieces into a small bag, stood, smoothed my hair back into place, and turned to face them both with a smile stitched carefully across my mouth. "I'm so sorry," I said. "When I heard Silverlake, I just remembered a friend of mine who went through something terrible there. It caught me off guard for a second."

"If he wants a divorce, then divorce him! Is there really any need to turn yourself into this? June, you're carrying a child right now. Pregnant women can't drink like this. Are you trying to hurt our baby on purpose?" Something Morgan said set her off, and she shot to her feet to violently sweep the bottle off the table. Glass shattered across the floor as alcohol splashed everywhere. "Did this child just magically appear in my stomach?" she snarled through clenched teeth, her whole body shaking. "Did you not get me drunk and then shamelessly crawl into my bed?" Morgan's expression changed dramatically, and he stumbled backward a step. But June refused to let him go. She grabbed him by the

I knew I’d be late for work, but Helios was the one who’d suggested this—he could hardly complain. “Daddy, can we play music?” Summer asked, buckled safely in the backseat. She’d lost all trace of shyness now, leaning forward to tap at the dashboard. Helios handed her his phone, already connected to the car’s speakers, and within seconds, Taylor Swift filled the air. I caught him glancing at her in the rearview mirror every few seconds, a smile permanently fixed on his face. He really does love her, I thought. Please, let him never break her heart like he broke mine.