Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy Novels & Stories

“Confirmed by the Reapers. Fire. Frost. Pulse.” “She is mortal,” Elder Sera countered. “That alone makes her unstable.” “She is bonded,” Virell said, silencing them both. “To the tribrid king.” That changed everything. The room fell quiet. Virell stepped forward, placing his hand on the central sigil. The stone flared, revealing a vision—Aria Monroe, standing in the Grove of Memory, her wrist glowing, her aura shimmering with divine resonance. Beside her, the child. Luna.

In the distance, the faint crackle of a fire could already be heard, and laughter carried on the breeze. I felt my chest tighten slightly at the thought of Gavin and Eben waiting, and I couldn’t help sneaking a glance toward the Miller house. Gavin stood there, adjusting his wet hair, arms crossed, his gaze flicking briefly in our direction before returning to Eben. My stomach did a little flip. “Ready?” Gemma asked, nudging me gently. I smirked, brushing a strand of hair from my face. “As ready as I’ll ever be.” Josh was already half-running toward the fire, dragging me along. Gemma laughed, keeping pace beside me, and I felt the familiar thrill of summer rush through me—the warmth of the s

Kael met Tristan’s eyes, “And I believe he has his own reason of joining.” Tristan nodded. "I will send all the prize money to my village after I win.” “That’s a lot of confidence you have there,” Dain chuckled, elbowing Ryia beside him, “But I got my money on you. You’ll win the tournament for sure.” Cedric just shrugged and rolled his eyes. Kael turned to the red-haired woman sitting beside Dain. "How was your search in the far east of the capital, Ryia?" "We have a lead, Sir Kael,” Ryia replied. “My pet made a sudden stop in the entrance of White Forest. He tracked something strange as he got closer, but I had to stop because of your calling. No doubt, the guild is hiding in that forest."

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

My father states. My father closes his eyes again and summons the photos and portraits of Amelie to the office. Well, I shouldn’t say he “summons” them, he can make any inanimate object animate and they do what he wants them to do. He opens the door, and all photos and portraits of Amelie are sitting outside, waiting to be let in. Rian, his Gamma, and Morrigan jump as all the photos and portraits walk themselves into the office to be in front of me. I pick each one up and place them gently on the desk and they lay there, inanimate once more. All three of them lean close to the evidence presented to them, as my father and I wait with bated breath for her to see the truth, for all of them to s

They were the triplets, born right inside the palace walls, and each one was a perfect, wild reflection of their fathers: Danni, Destin, and Dew. One of the girls, Danni, had a radical, stubborn fire in her eyes, her dark hair wild as she pulled a toy away from her sister with a loud shout—the exact match of Rain’s fiery temper. The second girl, Destin, was quiet, her soft amber eyes wide and gentle as she shared her toys without a single complaint—the perfect replica of River’s sweet nature. The third girl, Dew, with her white hair, was calm, moving with a slow, collected authority that belonged entirely to Rex.

Right before we walked away, my seventh sister, Iris Blake, glanced back at Carol and softly asked me, "You really don't like her anymore, right?" Clearly, she still hadn't recovered from all the idiotic things the original Jacob had done. Pouting, I turned to Aurora. "Aurora! Iris doesn't believe me!" Aurora shot Iris a sharp look, causing her to immediately start pleading for mercy. Meanwhile, my sixth sister, Lola Blake, leaned closer and whispered beside my ear, "Jake, I don't think that girl's the type to give up so easily. Are you really planning to let her off just like that?"

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

Despite it being midsummer, the pear trees were all in bloom, and the ground was scattered with delicate petals, creating a beautiful, dreamlike atmosphere. When she had first agreed to Mitchell's courtship, it had been during the spring, the season when the pear blossoms were at their fullest. But Heather didn't linger on these memories for long. Her gaze shifted to Mitchell, whose intense stare held her attention. Even though she had already guessed some of what had happened from Vanessa's tears, seeing Mitchell in person still took her by surprise. In just three months, Mitchell had turned into a shadow of himself, his once muscular frame now gaunt and unable to even fill out his suit pro

I will hold on to that promise and hopefully, he won't break it. ~ Miss Pretty The Camping was the happiest moment she had with Thyago. They got to know each other better and they became more closer to each other but it is also one bitter and painful memory because she remembered he asked her to befriend Elena and even confide how he loves and adores her cousin. His response is what she agitatedly read then. Dearest Miss Pretty; I'm so glad you feel that way towards me. Thanks for appreciating my voice by the way...