The Summer I Turned Pretty Audiobook Novels & Stories

She stared at him, intently. “One crazy summer, he exchanged with my place. I was delighted to be free of Cedric’s wrath and Caiden was delighted to meet all of you. He became obsessed of being outside and not only that, he was also obsessed of you.” I bowed down and couldn’t help but clutch my head as I remember those summers I spend with Alex. Did I really do all this with her? Am I really that romantic as a child? I guess, even if I lose all my memory, I am still sweet. I continue listening to my twin and can’t help but bite the straps of my bag so as to endure the pain on my head.

She sat down behind the bus driver as the doors closed behind her. Ellie pulled out the phone her mom had given her in the car before they had left and turned it on. She scrolled through the apps, noticing a notification indicating she had 3 new text messages. She ignored the notifications and opened the audiobook application. Her finger scrolled through the books loaded on the phone and the books she could d******d. She pulled out the headphones that came with the phone, plugged them in, and scrolled through the preloaded classics on the app. Tears came to her eyes as she saw Pride and Prejudice. She hit play, settled her head against the glass window, closed her eyes, and listen to the soo

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.

“It’s incredible I have to see them.” I followed the nurse. Summer had been moved to a private room but it was full of people. The news of the pack’s heir would travel like wildfire. Summer’s friends, Wren and Lettie all gushed over my son while Henrietta watched like a proud mother. Since she was Roman’s girlfriend she was like Summer’s Mother. “Hey,” I said, my voice filled with emotions. Summer looked up and smiled. I already knew she was so brave. “He’s got his Daddy’s eyes!” Lettie cried.

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.

Instead, my little Summer is there, stirring into a pot of cream sauce and the smell in here is highly concentrated, thus, it is divine. "What are you doing, Summer?" I ask, shock evident in my voice. "Spaghetti bolognese? As an Italian, I guessed you would appreciate a home-cooked meal like that," Summer explains, turning into the pot. Walking up to her, I plant a kiss on the side of her sweaty neck and salt hits my taste buds. I don't mind, just kiss her a little more until she moans softly, her hands unconsciously stirring the pot. "Do you need help with anything?" I ask wanting to help out.

She trudges to the closet, opens it and peruses through the clothes, The book is unsuspecting, nothing in it screams magic except for the usual symbols. Summer frowns at the book. If her mother had given her this book thinking that she would make use of it then she had been wrong. She is useless, even if she is a seer. She had never been a help to anyone. Her decrepitating thoughts come to a halt when her phone rings. She hastily put the book back into the bag and picks up the device. “Hello, Barbara,” she mumbles. “Are you okay?” she asks as if sensing her distress in her voice. Summer made a noncommittal sound. “Okay, I called to tell you that we will be late. Don’t worry and if you decide

"You don't get to refuse. I won't let you jeopardize everything I've worked for." Summer's eyes narrowed, anger bubbling up within her. "Fine, then! Since you're so eager to use me to protect your precious kingdom, I'll save you the trouble!" With a defiant huff, she turned on her heel, sending a stack of books tumbling from his desk in a loud crash as she stormed toward the door. "Summer!" Dominic's voice boomed through the room, but she didn't look back. His eyes were filled with rage, but she was too angry to care.

Settling down in his chair, Micheal procced to complete his outstanding work when Autumn's table lit up, catching Micheal's attention as his eyebrows furrowed. Placing down his pen, Micheal picked up the table as he stared at the screen in curiosity. Unlocking the screen with one swipe, Micheal's eyebrows shot up in shock and amusement. On the screen was an audiobook entitled 'My Filthy Girl'. Micheal glanced at Autumn, who slept peacefully before looking back at the table as his body tensed up. Glancing down at the headphones that lay on his desk, Micheal forcefully swallowed before he picked them up and placed them in his ear. His shaky finger then pressed play as music immediately filled