The Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Novels & Stories

Audrey My heart pounded like a war drum in my chest as I paced back and forth in the small bathroom, the click of my high heels echoing too loudly off of the tiled walls. My voice trembled slightly as I read the last paragraph of my presentation out loud one last time: “In conclusion, this piece, titled ‘Metamorphosis’, represents not just a culmination of my studies—but a journey of self-discovery and transformation. Each piece tells a story, weaving together the threads of my past and present, human and werewolf, to create a tapestry that is uniquely mine. Uniquely… Audrey.”

Dominic hoisted the employee by the collar while growling out menacingly, "How dare you lie to me! There wasn't any wind back then! I'll give you three minutes to cough up Ophelia's ashes right now!" Dominic had completely changed into a brand new person over the past two years. He was used to being brutal and decisive when it came to business dealings, which allowed him to develop an intimidating air over time. The employee could only slump against the wall helplessly. Still, a trace of mockery flashed across his eyes. "Sorry, Mr. Sharp. We really don't have Ms. Burton's ashes. I gave you all of her ashes back then. You were the one who dropped the urn and scattered her ashes. If you keep c

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

Just from those things alone I can’t say I’m confident on how this will end. Summer’s POV: I don’t know how many days it has been, or even if it has been days at all. How did my life come to this? I blame it all on those fucking fat ass humans. If they had never came to the pack. I would be married and carrying Kahi’s pup instead I’m stuck in this hellhole. “My pet, you’re so angry I can smell the scent of your anger from the other room. What has you so angry?” The foul-smelling demon asked. And I shiver at the sound of his deep mincing voice. He has been feeding off of me ever since I got here. I am so weak my wolf can barely keep us alive if it weren’t for her I’m sure me and my pup woul

Amelia was sitting on the floor, legs crossed, laughing with Ellis about some book they’d just finished — One Day in December by Josie Silver. Micah had read it, too. He’d seen it in Amelia’s hands a few weeks back and picked up a copy himself, staying up until dawn to finish. He’d told himself it was just curiosity — wanting to know what she liked. But the truth was, he wanted to understand her world. When Hailey caught him watching Amelia laugh, her face softened first, then tensed. Later, when they were alone, she said quietly, “You look at her like she’s art.”

Timmy said. "Are you done here? If you are, then leave," I calmly said. Jessica's face became pale, then flushed red. "You can't get back at me like this just because I turned you down! Business is business, and you can't force love! I'm never going to throw myself at you just to get some investment funding! I hope you can tell the difference and just sign!" "Nice speech! Really nice!" I said as I clapped slowly. I honestly did not know just how shameless Jessica could be.

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.

“When I really admire someone.” I kept my facial expression calm and unbothered. Even as something cold slid down my spine. Good. Now I know exactly what kind of man I’m dealing with. I thought to myself. “Interesting,” I said, straightening up, voice light again like he’d just told me his coffee order. “So about that price.” ~ ~ ~ ~ “Okay, so when do we start the first Les..” “Hey!!! You dipshit, let me go.” A voice from the back cut through the silence. It sounded feminine and harsh. Like a cry for..

“I HATE—” He literally broke down. I could hear his back pressing against the door, sliding down, maybe. But his moans of agony filled the hallway. I stayed inside Summer while Jake screamed and cried outside the door. I didn’t care. Not anymore. Summer was the silence in my head. The voice that quieted all my demons. She was my ruin. My home. “Yes,” she moaned, louder now, biting her lower lip to muffle the sound. “Fuck me. Please—don’t stop.”

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.