The Summer I Turned Pretty Age Rating Novels & Stories

"Ooh, let's watch, 'I Feel Pretty!'." "Pass." Storm groaned from beside Adana on a couch. "We want some action." "But it has action scenes." Leilani crossed her arms. "Lucas just told us to keep it light and a little comedy won't hurt." Storm sighed, "Fine." They proceeded to watch the movie. Not long into the movie, Adana's phone rang and she picked absentmindedly. There was a beeping in the background. "Hello?" The beeping continued, slow but rhythmic. "Hello?!"

Ben peeked in and asked. Summer had no choice but to rub her swollen eyes and took a deep breath. “Call me auntie.” “Ben, can I ask you a question?” Summer followed behind Ben. He could not vote because he was not eighteen years old yet. But what if he were an adult? “If you’re an adult, do you want to become the head of the family?” “Whether I want that position or not, it has nothing to do with my age,” Ben said faintly and showed an aloof expression.

This was something I’d never experienced in my previous life, not even after winning three Best Actress awards. "At the end of the day, it’s all about controlling the resources,” I mused, raising my glass of red wine with a wry smile. Rachel turned to me, giving me a once-over. "How is it that you’ve only been gone for four years, yet you seem like you’ve matured by a whole decade?" "Well, isn’t it normal?" I replied. "At eighteen, I could get away with acting recklessly and blaming it on youth and ignorance. But now that I’ve graduated, if I want to show my fangs, I at least need to fake some decorum first."

It is a year after I gave birth to our son, Austin. I thought I make a right turn but it turns out I made a wrong turn. ________________________________________________________________________________

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

“I didn’t mean to ruin your night.” “You didn’t,” I said firmly. “He did.” “His mother doesn’t like the fact that we are the same age,” she sighed. “They prefer someone younger. I think I now understand him.” “Really? What’s wrong with dating your age mate?” I asked in confusion. Even though Kelvin’s ex-girlfriend was only a year younger than him (18), he loved her. Some ladies preferred five to six years age gaps and it’s okay, that was exactly my taste!!!

"Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?" "That's right," someone else piped up. "We heard you can issue internship completion certificates. I'd love a job in an air-conditioned office." As I listened to their bold requests, I shook my head in resignation. Who on earth would talk to their boss like that? My father, who had been silent until now, cleared his throat and replied, "I've heard about you all from Melanie." His calm voice immediately stilled the room. "Why does his voice sound so young?" Bethany asked.

But Jessie was way ahead of her, up like a shot and sifting through what was there. “Ohhh, this one is perfect!” She exclaimed, pulling out a pretty, fit and flare sundress, pale pink and covered in a delicate flower pattern. It was perfect for the warm summer evening they were headed for. But Aiden shook her head. “Nope. I am not dressing for a date, Jess.” “Oh stop. Its cute, you’ll look casual and sexy, and it’ll give Mitch all the right ideas.” “No thank you!” she said firmly, starting to look through her drawers instead. Eventually, she pulled out a pair of light blue capris and a loose white blouse. “There.”

Even in these many months, her feelings towards milk haven’t changed. Obviously, Julia and Amy noticed her change of expression after seeing the milk and sighed. They know she will throw tantrums, but they have to be strict, like Stefan. “Sarah, there is no point in making a face, you have to drink milk. Don’t think that if Stefan is not here, then you can skip your milk.” Julia said earnestly before even Sarah will say anything. “Elder sister is right, just gulped it down silently,” Amy added further, not to give her a chance to refuse.

He looks so much older when he contemplates like that. “How old are you?” I ask without thinking. He looks up and that one brow does its thing, “Why would you ask that?” He says. “You look so young especially when you smile, a real smile not your scary, I’m gunna kill you and like it smile. But when you’re contemplating, thinking really hard on something like it’s stumped you, you seem older,” I explain. For some reason I can’t place, this Alpha makes me too comfortable. Then he smiles and I kind of melt a little but I stump that down before it goes any further. “I’m 35, in human years,” he says. “And in dog years that would be?” I say, Star mentally kicks me for that one. He laughs, “You re