The Complete Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy Novels & Stories

She nodded mutely. She mustered a small smile and waved at the elder couple before getting into the car. Her father smiled when they looked at each other. He seemed happy even though he was behaving cautiously. As the driver started the engine, Summer’s heart lurched. The moment she would enter the Fae kingdom, she would no longer be Summer Laurent but princess Serena. She would no longer be a wallflower but a girl with responsibilities. She broaching an unchartered territory and for all the convincing and overthinking she had done the night before, tossing and turning in the bed, she did not feel ready. She was not ready at all.

It was as if Summer were a demon wearing human skin. She was completely stunned. At that moment, she had only just started her crimes. Whether it was her mentality or her methods, they were nowhere near as refined as they had been in Summer's past life, where she had burned Summer and Henry alive. "Forget about three million dollars. I won't even give you 30 dollars," Summer said, letting go of Rose's collar. Rose fell right to the ground. "Summer, do you really think I won't try to drag you down with me?" she threatened.

I also began going to the underground fight club more often than I used to. Whenever I visited Summer, I covered my bruises. She barely looked at me long enough to notice them. Mostly, she stared at nothing, trembling whenever I tried to touch her. It had been three weeks since she and her family moved out of Saunterville. I had planned to stay away, like Edward wanted me to. But one day, I went back. I noticed Summer’s curtains weren’t drawn as usual, and the window was open. I climbed the tree into her room, only to find it empty.

She will definitely be a star beside me tonight. "You are really the best, Elise! You turned a pauper into a princess." I tapped Elise's shoulder. I can't help but smile. Yvee is so beautiful tonight. "And you, my little fairy, let's hurry up. The cameras are waiting for us." I grabbed Yvee's hand and walked outside. "Just smile when everyone is looking at you. Don't talk so you could keep your peaceful life after this. You get it?" I turned to her while I was driving. She is still not talking to me after her transformation. "Is something making you uncomfortable?" I asked her.

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

My little sister sure was impatient. I picked up the glass of milk. "Sure. Go get your books, and we'll study together." The moment she saw me lift the glass to drink, delight spread across her face. "Okay!" she replied before happily skipping back to her room to get her books. The instant she turned and walked out, I quickly switched the positions of the two glasses. The one in my hand was now the milk Suzy had prepared for herself. By the time she returned, I had just finished drinking it.

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.

Her breath slowed and the blood drained from her face very fast before she dropped on the floor. “Someone call an ambulance!” And that didn't scare me as much as the blood that began to pool from her. ~End of Flashback~ I guess that's when the hatred for me started. I thought they'd forgotten about it by now and moved since my pack and hers were separated. But we were all coming together to solve the rogue problem again. Summer moved out on the day of the funeral because she couldn't stand the sight of a 'murderer'. She'd changed so much. I mean I hadn't seen her for over six years. Where was I?

A crescent moon nestled in faintly clouded glass, with three tiny snowflake crystals dangling from the edge like frozen stars. She reached out, fingers hovering just above it, heart tightening. WinterMoon. Her home. Or… the home she left behind. The sound of the crowd softened behind her. The music faded. That charm—that moment—was WinterMoon. The night skies. The quiet hush of snowfall on the hills. The scent of pine and frost and something wild. It was the silence of the woods and the hum of belonging. Her throat tightened. The warmth she’d felt only moments ago didn’t vanish—but it dimmed. The edges of it curled in on themselves. She didn’t touch the charm. She didn’t have to. Just lookin

No, I am not. Summer stands to her feet as quickly as she can and when she reaches the door, she pauses and turns to us for a brief second. “I am going to train. Don’t lose important details and tell me all about it when I get back.” She walks out after that and I turn to Trixie who is more confused than I am. “Our cousin is a bit loose in the head, don’t you think? Well, I don’t.” I am more confused when Trixie speaks and I show this by shaking my head.