Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy Novels & Stories

They were not drivers; they were merely the passengers who had climbed into the back of a coal wagon that was already rolling down a frozen slope toward a closed gate. He reached into his pocket and pulled out the silver pendant, allowing it to rest flat in his open palm. The metal was dull under the leaden sky, its crescent engraving filled with a thin crust of white frost that he had to clear away with his thumb. As his skin touched the silver, a short, vivid memory returned to him—a memory of Summer from the night before she left the city for the last time. They had been sitting on the steps of the old amphitheater, the air warm and thick with the scent of wild mustard from the common fie

Summer’s POV The morning sunlight poured through the curtains, warm and golden, the kind of light that should’ve promised peace. But inside the De Rossi estate, peace was an illusion. The guards had doubled their posts overnight. Every window was locked, every shadow seemed to move. And yet, somehow, the silence was still louder than fear itself. It had been hours since the letter, the photograph, the message, and I still couldn’t get the image out of my head. “I didn’t die, Summer. You just didn’t finish the job.”

“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.

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

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.

Could Summer make it home, pack, and reach the airport on time without Gabriella? The woman didn’t work unless she pretended to assist her daddy. She called her father, daddy, in a little girl’s voice. This made Summer shudder in disgust. Gabriella was a dark-skinned beauty. Summer admits Gabriella could have modeled. Unlike Summer, who still could be mistaken for a boy from the wrong angle.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

My head was spinning, so I decided to sleep it off and ask him when I woke up. That night, I slept especially deeply and even dreamed about something from my childhood. Back then, I'd just finished an entrance test to move from kindergarten into first grade. After I passed the admissions exam for the best private elementary school in our area, my family was over the moon. Dad, in particular, was thrilled. He suggested a little family trip to celebrate my acceptance. So the three of us went to a newly opened hot spring resort. Mom wrapped a towel around me and held my hand as we headed toward the hot springs.

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.

Red would be better, but pink will do. Once I’m ready, I head out into the bedroom and stop short. I was so distracted, I hadn’t thought about what clothes he would have for me, but Shane’s laid out one of my summer outfits. It’s a tiny blue and white striped skirt with a flirty flounce, white lace panties, and a white crop top. I’m going to freeze to death.