Summer O Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

I looked toward the entrance and saw Summer walking in with her minions, a smug smile already plastered on her face. She catwalked across the hall and went straight to Phoebe's table. “We're using this desk, get lost.” she said in a commanding tone. Phoebe looked up at her, stunned. “There are enough seats in the hall, summer, you can sit anywhere.” Summer scoffed, crossing her arms. “You're disobeying my order?” She picked up the glass of cold water and spilled it all over Phoebe's blouse. The fabric instantly turned see-through.

Bella dashed to the door and placed two umbrellas next to it, while I walked over and zipped up her school bag for her. A gentle breeze swept past the window, carrying the rich, malty scent of fresh bread from the streets below. Somewhere out there, spring was quietly blooming. The world outside our door was silent and vast. We weren't waiting for anyone to come and take us home anymore. We had found our own way.

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

A small smile. "Uhh, something like that," Jake said. "Why do you have an umbrella? It’s like 90 degrees out." "Uhh, I uhh—" "She’s kinda sick," Sarah cut in, sliding between them. "Photosensitive. New medication. Makes her burn." "Yeah," Rose said quickly. "I'm kind of sick. You know, I can't be sick and be walking under the sun?" Rose laughed, sheepish. It sounded almost real. "Okay...." Jake said. He frowned. "I guess that explains why you are late?"

"Are you ok?" Summer opened her mouth to speak but no words came out. Reaching out she grabbed Asher's shirt trying to keep herself from passing out. "Times up." She muttered just as her whole world turned dark.

There it was; he found and had manipulated her weak spot. “Am I not pretty, Mark?” Charlotte looked up at him. “Let me take a closer look.” Mark walked over, clasping her chin with his big hand, looking left and right. “You’re pretty, very pretty.” Charlotte smiled and looked at Summer with a triumphant expression. “You heard that, Mommy? Mark says I am pretty.” “Yeah, you are pretty.” Summer pinched her cheek gently. How the hell did she need to feel pretty at this young age? Her eyes met his inadvertently, and she quickly looked away.

“You need one more cup of that… thing.” I nodded, glancing at Summer, who was donning a white two-piece bikini that matched her golden-brown skin. She looked like an absolute goddess with her curls brushing her shoulder. “Can you make me something strong? I really need it.” I sat down on the empty stool and met Emma’s eyes in the mirror. “Emma, I need to look more sexy. More… I don’t know. I don’t want to look like this for sure.” “Babe, you are sexy.” She glanced at Summer, who was making some pink drink that looked scary. “But it’s your birthday. We’ll do whatever you want.”

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Two hours later the netting is over and everything is set in place and awaiting my green light. "I'll Keep you informed Santino" I say before heading out of the restaurant. I toss my phone into the passenger seat and head to the club for good fuck, because I have a feeling that I won't be getting any for a while unless I can get Demetria into my bed, which I plan on doing willing or not. Walking into the club I'm greeted by my favorite girl. "Hey baby you miss me" Summer says as she wraps her arms around my neck. Summer is a tall woman with beautiful fake tits and round sculpted ass, deep green eyes and a mouth that could suck the seeds out of a fucking watermelon through a straw.

With a sweet smile, she said, "Summer, don't give up. I found someone who can help you." "You found someone to help me?" Summer was in disbelief. Who else could help her at this time? Well, she could count her lucky stars. Susanne gave her a look, asking her to turn around. Summer turned and saw Yolanda. "Yolanda! What brings you here?" Summer blurted, surprised. Yolanda, with her wavy hair, was strikingly beautiful and exuded a voluptuous charm in her low-cut red cocktail dress. She looked rather different from half a month ago. Now, she exuded less of the girl-next-door vibe and leaned toward fiery and sexy. Maybe it was because her marriage might soon be on the way.