Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy Novels & Stories

“Why do you keep doing this? Following me, inserting yourself into my life like some knight in shining armor I never asked for! I told you to stay away! Don't you get it?" I laughed, but there was no humor in it it only fillrf with bitter anger. I stepped closer, towering over her, my voice dropping to a harsh whisper. “Let you be? You’re really asking me that? After today? After the dean threatened your scholarship, after that damn video ruined your reputation—you’re back here undressing for some masked creep? You’re gullible, Summer. Dangerously gullible. Or maybe you just enjoy destroying yourself. Which is it?”

“It’s incredible I have to see them.” I followed the nurse. Summer had been moved to a private room but it was full of people. The news of the pack’s heir would travel like wildfire. Summer’s friends, Wren and Lettie all gushed over my son while Henrietta watched like a proud mother. Since she was Roman’s girlfriend she was like Summer’s Mother. “Hey,” I said, my voice filled with emotions. Summer looked up and smiled. I already knew she was so brave. “He’s got his Daddy’s eyes!” Lettie cried.

You may think your life is in control but sometimes it is not at all. Rey takes out his phone and shows me a picture if a woman. Aaron ~”Who is that?” Rey ~”Are you fucking blind? It's that girl of yours.” Aaron ~”Summer would never wear something like that.” Rey ~”That is Summer.” Aaron ~”Are you sure that is Summer? Is her name even Summer then?” Rey ~”From everywhere I asked, it still is.” Aaron ~”And that fucking crazy father and stupid cousin of hers. Are they real?”

In my defense, I had been distracted and was running late. However, I guess that wasn’t a good enough excuse, especially since I refused to tell them what had distracted me. I liked boys, of course, I did! But what I didn’t like was the hot-headed Alphas thinking they could corner me and put their hands on me whenever they wanted to. Like that idiot, Summer’s from a western pack did. Thinking he was all badass and shit and was going to make me submit. HA! What a laugh!

A few Elders instinctively stepped back. “No mortal, no mage, no bonded triad should be capable of rewriting council-bound magic,” muttered Elder Caen, his eyes wide. “This is… a cosmic shift. A rewriting of the Old Order.” Lorien’s jaw tightened. “It means only one thing.” Cassian raised a brow. “Enlighten us.” “The Trials didn’t break her. They awakened her. Which means the prophecy… the Unbound Triad…” “You thought it was a myth,” Xanden said, a slow, dangerous smile curving his lips. “Until she bled through your games and still rose.”

"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

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

She will definitely be a star beside me tonight. "You are really the best, Elise! You turned a pauper into a princess." I tapped Elise's shoulder. I can't help but smile. Yvee is so beautiful tonight. "And you, my little fairy, let's hurry up. The cameras are waiting for us." I grabbed Yvee's hand and walked outside. "Just smile when everyone is looking at you. Don't talk so you could keep your peaceful life after this. You get it?" I turned to her while I was driving. She is still not talking to me after her transformation. "Is something making you uncomfortable?" I asked her.

"Let's go have a baby." Easy for him to say. … A note from the author: Thank you for reading The Valiant Trilogy! If you'd like to find out more about this trilogy or read my other series you can find information about all of my books on my website: www.authormeganmatthews.com Megan Matthews loves writing humorous romantic suspense featuring heroes with unbelievable abs, billionaire bosses, and heroines with attitude for days. She lives in Michigan with her techie husband, homeschooled son, their cat, and two guinea pigs.

And there, under the light, were two perfect holes, right in his jugular vein. No blood. No signs of struggle. No torn clothing. Nothing else out of place. It was as if a bat had descended, sucked his blood perfectly clean, then flew away, without touching anything else. It was eerie. And outright terrifying. If his skin hadn’t turned completely white, she would have thought he was still alive, just taking a nap. She even felt tempted to go over and feel his pulse. But she knew that would be stupid. Sergei Rakov. He was young. And from what she’d heard, he’d been an arrogant prick. Could he already have had enemies?