Summer O Turned Pretty Novelas e Histórias

It looked sleek and impressive. It was autumn, and the setting sun cast orange light everywhere. Quentin stood with his back to the sunlight, leaning casually against the car with his arms loosely crossed, his trench coat hanging open. When he heard footsteps, he looked up. Talia stood bathed in the orange sunset glow. The crimson dress made her skin look luminous, and her refined makeup made her look like a celebrity walking the red carpet. She looked radiant and captivating, impossible to look away from. Quentin usually had a carefree, unserious air about him, but at this moment, he openly showed his astonishment. His gaze fell on Talia, studying her, watching her, taking her in. But his l

I looked at her warily. "I don't want to do anything, but is the baby Greyson's? He doesn't want this baby. You're becoming more and more shameless, trying to use a baby to get Greyson!" I felt as if I had fallen into an ice cave. Despite it being summer, I still broke out in a cold sweat. I instinctively stepped back, trying to distance myself from her. However, I bumped into someone behind me, and soon everything went black. When I woke up, I was lying on a hospital bed.

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

What do normal people do when they come to Crete for a summer vacation? They probably post photos on I*******m with captions like "Sun, sea, sand #blessed," sip ouzo in the evenings, smash plates, and just soak up that effortless island vibe. And what am I doing? I’m covering my ears with my hands, counting prime numbers backward in my head, and trying not to lose my absolute mind. I am in a literal marathon to stay sane.

Jenna's influence is impressive. 'So what if some people became CEO? They can't even organize a team event.' Celeste slammed her phone onto the desk, furious. "Ms. Cladwell, look at them. How could they?" I glanced at the photos. Jenna stood at the center, with Adrian and Harvey on either side of her, all three of them smiling brightly. I turned off my phone. "Let them smile." Celeste froze. "You're not angry?" "Would being angry change anything?" I flipped open another file. "The more arrogant they are, the harder they'll fall."

Evan Shaw was famous for sticking to his principles. He was punctual, followed every rule, and never made exceptions. Yet when it came to going to City Hall to get married to Roxie Foster, he had stood her up eight times. The first time, his former underclassman, Sylvia Young, was returning after eight years abroad, and he had to pick her up from the airport. The second time, Sylvia accidentally burned her finger while cooking. The third time, Sylvia's son got sick. ... This was the eighth time. Once again, Evan didn't show up. He only called in a hurry and said, "Something came up. I'll be there." Roxie watched their number get skipped again and again until the clerk behind the window tappe

She could stare into them all day if only she could get him to look at her that long…. “How do you figure she’s wasting her time?” Andi asked, jumping to Beth’s defense. She had long brown hair, a few shades darker than Beth’s, and her bangs were still perfectly fanned into a flower shape, like Lexy’s, which Beth thought was crazy since it had to be over a hundred degrees even after the sun had set. Beth’s hairspray had given out long ago, leaving her hair a mess. While there was a small fan in the back of the booth, they couldn’t move it any closer without it drowning out the game. It was a typical Missouri summer—sweltering and full of mosquitos, and Beth felt like a sweaty blob with her h

Summer nodded vigorously before ambling towards the office. She breathed a sigh of relief once she was inside the building. Dabbing her forehead with a handkerchief, she hurried towards her cubicle. “You look like you ran a marathon,” Hannah commented as Summer powered on the computer. She takes a huge gulp from her water bottle which Barbara had stuffed inside her bag and looked at her friend. Well, Hannah claimed they were friends. Summer wouldn’t know. She had never been privileged enough to have friends. “I...thought I was late,” she replied slowly, steadily. Hannah nodded before turning back to her work.

“Stefan, if your love session is over then open the door and come to the party hall with your angel.” Stefan opened the door and saw Stella, Jack, and Linda standing there. Sarah came out slowly holding her baby bump looking exquisite, her makeup, hairstyle, and everything else has changed, still, she was looking so beautiful. Just then, Ronald and Valerie also walked up to them. Linda said something to Sarah and Stella; they looked at Valerie teasingly and giggled. “Sarah, Stefan was right, only he can dolled you up in this most beautiful way.” Sarah blushed, listening to her.

she replies, smiling. Oh, wow, that went better than I thought it would, “Promise? You aren’t just saying that?” I question, “Promise. We are on the same page.” She answers. I instantly relaxed, knowing we were thinking the same, for now, but there was a chance my recent thoughts would reappear, but I will just continue to fight them for the rest of our time because after the summer, we go back to our lives and possibly not see each other. “What do you want to do today?” I ask, “Or do you want to write some more?” I added.