Novel & Cerita The Beautiful Summer Book

It isn’t until the end of August that the first of the proper letters start, and it’s in clear response to one that Aura—that I had posted: Dearest Aura, Thank you very much for your correspondence. If it won’t sound too condescending, may I say that it was extremely charming? I wasn’t expecting it at all, but I should have realised how odd it was when you asked me for a copy of my itinerary three weeks ago. I’ve also always been fond of the end of summer. The appeal of it is quite like the appeal of sunsets, I think—the calm retreat of something brilliant that refuses to shine forever, something beautiful that nevertheless knows restraint. …

My mother was right, beauty was indeed the greatest weapon to subdue a man. And Summer….fuck, she was beautiful. Not just physically, but there was a way she carried herself, the way she smiled, spoke, and laughed. Whenever she laughed carefree, her lips would curl with a cute single dimple, and I don’t even think she'd noticed because of how faint it was. But I did.

I wish… that Hunter would be able to see again. I knew that right at that moment, there was nothing I wanted more. I wanted him to see, not for me… not even to see me. I wanted him to see because he deserved to see the beautiful swans in our garden. He deserved to look up the sky and watch meteor showers again. The peak of the shower came soon and I watched star after star shoot across the sky. “It’s beautiful,” I whispered to Hunter. “Thank you so much for this.” He smiled at me and then he slowly leaned his face towards mine. I leaned forward and met him halfway.

"You sound almost–" "Haughty, ungrateful, depreciative?" she cuts me off, unnerved, even though I was going to say exactly that. "One looks at a painting or a sunset or a cake and calls it beautiful. A human comes into sight, pleasing one's eye, and he or she is called beautiful too." "Your point?" "Our definition of beautiful is superficial and skin deep," she looks at her hand in the water. A tiny orange fish passes through the space between her slender fingers. A smile blesses Celeste's lips and my eyes. "It's more about what lies beneath the surface."

I want to thank everyone who read Beauty and the Alpha and Beauty and Her Mate. Your support means the world to me and I can only hope that you enjoyed the stories and the characters. This is the beginning of the third and last book in the Beauty series. This is Kimmy's story, but all of our favorites will of course be there, as well as some new characters. Some loveable and others.. well... not so much. Once again, thank you for reading my books I appreciate you and if the stories don't completely suk and you want to show me some love, then I would be thrilled if you would drop me a comment or leave me a gem! Much love to all my loyal readers!

Using both his firm voice and strong grip, he clasped my wrist and pulled me towards him. “Let’s go inside.” [Note: This book exclusively features the story of Summer and Celine! I am thrilled to announce that following the completion of this book, a new one titled “The Brat Heiress” will be available, which tells Stefani’s story!]

"Now we've made it. Go ahead and open your eyes." When I opened them, I saw a picnic near a view of the city in the woods. The stars in the night sky was our lighting as the city began to turn on its lights. It was breathtaking. "I know it's not much, but I wanted to start small." "It's beautiful. I love it." "I didn't really know what you eat. I brought some sweet bread, fruits, sandwiches, and some juice." "That sounds delicious." I sat on the blanket to look through the basket. He did brough some more sweets, but lucky for him, I didn't know much about. I didn't know much about a lot of things. Alex joined me on the blanket as we dig to get our food.

But he pushed the thought aside, choosing instead to focus on preparing for the encounter. As the castle settled into a deep silence, Summer found herself drifting into a restless sleep. Her dreams were vivid and strange, taking her to a place she had never seen before. She was standing in a dark, cold cave, with rough stone walls that seemed to press in around her. White cloth was wrapped around her body, binding her arms and legs, yet she felt no discomfort. Instead, there was a sense of calm that was almost hypnotic. Looking up, she saw a brilliant, full moon shining directly above her, casting a silvery glow over everything. She felt its pull, an inexplicable urge to reach toward it as i

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.

KINGSLEY'S POV My eyes grew wide, still in shock of what Summer just did. In a split of a second, I recovered, giving in totally. My hand was still resting against the nape of her neck, my thumbs tracing the line of her jawline as if to convince myself that this was actually happening. The taste of her—sweet, sharp, and entirely overwhelming—still burned on my tongue. Her chest rose and fell in rapid, shallow breaths, pressed so close against mine that I couldn't tell whose pulse was hammering louder.