Novel & Cerita The Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Free

And I’m going to turn everything around. -o0o-

As Merida read Theodore's messages, Elara's voice rang out. Excited, Merida immediately turned to her smartwatch. "Mommy! Mr. Theodore says you're so gorgeous that the pearls are dull in comparison!" Elara's face flushed instantly. "Theodore?" she asked, confused. "How does he know—" Merida proudly showed her the chat log. Elara raised an eyebrow. "I just wanted to record how beautiful you looked!" Merida explained earnestly. "I wanted to share it with everyone because I have the most beautiful, amazing mom!"

“That’s good…” I noticed the trail of black feathers just like the ones that blinded Brook and the ones found in the kitchen at the mansion. I followed the trail of blood and feathers. What the hell is this? “Hello Summer,” a familiar raspy and deep voice said. I gasped. “You. You’re in a wheelchair.” “Nice to see you, Summer.” “You can’t walk though.”

It looked like a prison yard. It was all too loud. These kids laughed too loud, cursed too much, shoved each other too hard. She would have thought it was a massive brawl if she didn’t spot some smiles and mocking laughter. They just had too much energy, and she, exhausted, freezing, sleep-deprived, couldn’t understand where it came from. She closed her eyes and wished it would all go away. She reached into her pockets and felt something: her ipod. Yes. She put her headphones in her ears and turned it up. She needed to drown it all out.

She swallowed hard, trying not to think about what might have been. “And then the house fire… where he swore he heard someone calling for help. Eddie says that those were his last words, an insistence that someone had been in there.” She shuffled back through the yellowed pages, re-reading that part. “The house was supposed to be rented for the full summer, through an agency. But the person who rented it never showed up, and never asked for a refund. It was a cash transaction, so not traceable.” Also not unheard of in those days, before everything was done through apps and online.

The bra was almost transparent with a peculiar inner layer. I held it up and insisted, "Check this item." "What tricks are you up to now?" Edward crossed his legs and scoffed as he leaned back lazily. "Are you jealous that Cindy has better taste and a better figure than you? Don't worry. Once I'm in a better mood, I'll buy you one too." While disdain was written on his face, Cindy's expression was the opposite. In an instant, all the color drained from her face. … The lab results came back quickly.

Dry leaves whipped around the cemetery. Freya stood still, clutching a bouquet, eyes locked on the shared tombstone. She didn't say a word—just stared at the photo carved into the stone. A leaf landed on her shoulder. She sighed, long and slow. Then she turned, fake pouting over her shoulder. "Seriously, Demi? You two are snails. My arms are gonna fall off!" Pregnant now, I moved like a sloth. Terrance hovered like I'd shatter.

She hadn't touched the book since the Luna Ceremony. But this morning, she forced herself. She needed something sharp, something with edges. The words of dead generals and old tactics dulled the ache behind her ribs, the one that still whispered he chose her. Not you. A breeze stirred the pages. She swallowed. Then it hit—sudden, sharp. Like her insides flipped. Her stomach lurched. Elara clamped the book shut and pressed a hand to her mouth. The bile was bitter, rising before she could will it down. She stood abruptly, the bench scraping stone, staggering to the corner hedge just in time to retch into the violets.

She looked nothing like the fragile girl she had pretended to be in the hallway before. Adrian swept his gaze around and let out a derisive laugh. "What can possibly come out of a dump like this? The weeds are taller than people, the equipment's rusted, and there isn't a single worker in sight." He turned to me, mockery filling his eyes. "Ayla, are you here for the experience? Or just playing house?" Jenna walked over as well, her voice soft and sugary. "Ayla, do you need help? I can teach you how to run a project."

Elliot looked at me like he was annoyed and said, "Wendy, if your family hadn't fired Sheila after the birthday mess, she wouldn't be here. I gave her these presents to apologize on her behalf." I did not care about what he was saying. I was too angry and shouted, "Give me back my ring!" Elliot paused, looking guilty. Sheila, sitting next to him, started to speak up with a fearful look on her face. "Wendy, Elliot gave me so many gifts, and they were all wrapped up so fancily that I just couldn't get them open. I read somewhere that I could use a ring to help open the presents, so I tried it with the one right here."