The Complete Summer I Turned Pretty Trilogy Novels & Stories

she said, extending her hand to Summer, who immediately took it. "Thank you, Tita Carmilla. You're so pretty," my daughter replied, and Carmilla's smile widened. "Thank you, Princess. Anyway, you three are all dressed up. Are you going somewhere?" Carmilla asked, her gaze flitting between Helios and me. "Yeah. We're enrolling Summer for kindergarten," Helios replied, and I saw the smile vanish from Carmilla's lips. "Oh," she said, and I felt a wave of anxiety. She looked disappointed, but she was trying hard not to show it.

Ian I watched from my seat as Summer walked up to the podium in the Charlotte Art Museum, fidgeting with her dress. What a dress it was, too. Long, deep burgundy, and a slip-satin that hugged her hips and waist. The neckline swept low, peeking at the swell of her breasts. The tone complimented her skin, especially when she blushed, and it was really damn difficult watching her move in that thing when all I could think about was getting it off her.

We’ve not heard anything from Calida, Silas, or Beatrix other than the vision I had of them planning their attack for today. “You look beautiful, Morrigan,” Winnie states as Catherine finishes with my hair. I look in the mirror and see the finished product, a beautiful flower crown and my hair in beautiful beachy waves. While Jolene kept it simple with the makeup, a beautiful nude palate with a rose-colored lip. My skin looked sun-kissed and dewy. “Damn, I look hot.” I say.

Summer said, a sly smile crossing her face Hattie barked a laugh “And the once innocent, loving girl finally starts to turn….” “I said enough!” Summer yelled and threw her hands up to lift Hattie into the air and throw her. Hattie went crashing into the tress knocking her unconsciousness. Summer stood there breathless and shocked As her senses returned, she felt the harshness of the rain hitting against her skin. Summer shook violently with the sudden realisation of what she had got herself into. She didn’t look back at Hattie’s unconscious body as she ran away out of the park and into the blackness of night, following her supernatural senses to the perpetrators of the Royal park slaughter

"What did you inject into me? I smell like Silvercrest Milkthorn." "Yes. It's exactly that. Didn't you make me a perfume bottle based on that flower? I guess you must really like it, so I'm returning the favor tenfold. The scent will linger in you forever." "Lindsay! You tramp! How could you do this to me?!" I cast Sharon a sharp gaze. She was so terrified that she fell quiet. "I'd like to remind you that from this moment on, you're the tramp." With that, I turned to leave.

The snow-white petals bloomed delicately against my pale fingertips, and that memory had pushed him to leave that small house in a hurry. He continued along the path, but it seemed endless. Anxiety clawed at his chest, and he pressed his hand over his heart, feeling it pound violently. Before the hypnosis ended, Ethan found himself awake. The psychiatrist held the notebook from the session. Words filled the pages. [Fall University. Going to Fall University. Take Sadie to Fall University. Fall University on Richmond Road.] “Mr. Jones, your memory seems to be jogging. I suggest you visit Fall University,” the psychiatrist said, laying the notes in front of him.

**** J U N E I don’t know how it happens. One day, I’m still struggling to stay afloat, the pressure easing a little with each week that passes. The next I woke up determined to start living again. I hate that it took me six months to work through this, but every time I felt like the ground might be steadying under my feet, something would happen. So I keep my head down and focus entirely on work until the end of the school year. And then summer vacation starts and I feel… Okay. Better than okay. Almost like myself again.

I was caged. The room felt smaller already. My chamber had never been large, but in those first moments after the bolt fell, the air itself seemed to thicken, pressing against my lungs. I turned in a slow circle, taking in the shuttered window, the stripped table, the bundles of herbs Carlene had left hanging from the beams. Pennyroyal. Feverfew. Sage. Their smells bled together into something sharp and bitter, a constant reminder of what they wanted—of what they feared. It wasn’t as though they hadn’t known. They had known for weeks.

Summer uttered coldly, "Family... Hah!" Her laughter at the end held a bitter, mocking tone. "Alright, let's take Summer to her room to rest," Serenity took charge, and Clara agreed without hesitation. The bodyguards swiftly cleared a path through the reporters. However, Harry stepped in front of Summer's wheelchair, blocking their way. The wheelchair came to a halt, and Summer lifted her head slightly, her eyes landing on the man before her. He was as handsome as ever, and there was now an air of maturity about him. However, the intense love she once felt for him had transformed into pure hatred.

Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.