The Summer I Turned Pretty Book の小説・ストーリー

~Miss Pretty Seeing the first page of her diary made her cry. That was the time she started to write a diary about her feelings for Thyago. That was the time she started to foolishly fall for him. When she looked closely at the page, something suddenly took her attention when she saw a little note written below her notes. When she checked it, it was like a note so she read it. Dearest Miss Pretty: I have a confession to make. The very first time I saw that cute little girl named Bea, I know something strange tugged in my chest deep inside and maybe I'm not aware of it. She was so adorable, cute, shy, and smart.

She should not have given in when Charlotte pestered her. She sighed. Having no choice, she first put Charlotte on Mark’s back, and then she followed by climbing onto his back. Charlotte wiped her tears and broke out in a smile. “Pesky little girl!” Summer gently poked a finger at Charlotte’s forehead. “If I were a pesky little girl, then Mommy would be a pesky woman. Mommy, it is your turn to make a song request.” Summer pretended no more since she had climbed up onto his back. She just wanted to end this as soon as possible. “I’m a Little Teapot…”

Arya We only have a week left of being at the cabin before we need to go back to our real lives. My book is nearly done! Which is amazing! It usually takes me longer to write, but I think this one was easier because of the experiences I’ve had this summer.

34 - Crawl to Me Damon My hands clenched as Summer slowly kneeled on the carpet. She looked hot as fuck in the tiny maid costume. She didn’t even need to wear it. She was practically naked. Her breathing increased when I stayed silent, anticipating what I’d say next. “Come here,” I said, eyeing her perfect tits. She went to stand up, but I interrupted her, “I did not give you permission to stand.” She kneeled again, her wide eyes on me as I said, “Crawl to me.”

Hailey*** The room was suffocating in its stillness. My breath hitched as my eyes adjusted to the faintest light filtering in from a cracked window. Broken toys scattered across the floor, forgotten stuffed animals abandoned in a corner. The silence was oppressive, my heartbeat the only sound. But it wasn’t the room that set my pulse racing. It was Summer. There, in the corner, was my little girl, sitting against the wall with her knees drawn up to her chest. Her small hands gripped them tightly, her eyes wide and glassy with fear. She didn’t make a sound.

Despite it being midsummer, the pear trees were all in bloom, and the ground was scattered with delicate petals, creating a beautiful, dreamlike atmosphere. When she had first agreed to Mitchell's courtship, it had been during the spring, the season when the pear blossoms were at their fullest. But Heather didn't linger on these memories for long. Her gaze shifted to Mitchell, whose intense stare held her attention. Even though she had already guessed some of what had happened from Vanessa's tears, seeing Mitchell in person still took her by surprise. In just three months, Mitchell had turned into a shadow of himself, his once muscular frame now gaunt and unable to even fill out his suit pro

I said, leaning forward and resting my elbows on my knees, “I used to think white-collar guys were all boring as hell. But you—you're a special kind of uptight. Like, if you clenched your ass any harder, I think time would reverse.” Pretty turned his gaze back to me slowly, calmly, and said, “I will smother you in your sleep with that pillow. And I’ll smile doing it.” My face lit up. “There he is! Roomie bonding, baby!” From outside, the guards walked by again. One of them peeked in, saw me still alive, and muttered, “God help Laurent.” I winked at them. “He’s already in heaven.” Pretty boy went on to pick up a book, muttering something that sounded like “I need bleach.”

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.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.” “Y-yours?” “Mine.”

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.