The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Online Novels & Stories

Summer rubbed her cheek that her mother had just pinched. "Honey, haven't you always called me the most beautiful woman in the world? Why are you calling Aunt Emily prettier than me now?" Sky grumbled. Summer chuckled. "Sorry, Mama. I have to tell the truth. Aunt Emily dresses well, and she smells better. Maybe if you took better care of yourself, you could be as beautiful as she is, Mama. You're only slightly less." The toddler pinched the air with her index finger and thumb. Her behavior made Cayden and Emily laugh.

"No thanks, you can keep them for yourself. I need to keep watching out for James." "James won't come yet." Monica said, "He always sticks to the time. It would take at least 20 minutes for him to arrive." Summer realized that Monica had told her to come early. Why did Monica have to do this to her? Summer hated being bored. Now, she was stuck here for an extra 20 minutes. Great. There was nothing else she could do since she was already here. She eventually borrowed the book from Monica to kill time. Monica's two books were exactly the same, titled, "How to Know if You’re Crazy".

She began to caress it. The cat closed its eyes, enjoying her gentle touch. Irina had her free hand to hold a book from the elder. The weather was cool and refreshing made it perfect to read outside. So, she continued reading to make sure that she had all the content put into her head. Summer almost reached its end. She had experienced many things and become her true self, she also discovered her origin. Suddenly, she remembered The Cotts, book from her father. Then she changed the book in her hand and continued reading it.

“We’ll keep watch, okay? Daddy will come home soon.” But as the minutes stretched into an hour, fatigue settled in. The sun blazed hotter, and the shimmering water looked more inviting. “I just want to dip my feet,” Pretty murmured, edging toward the pool. “Be careful,” Beauty pleaded. “Don’t go close.” Pretty slid off her sandals and dipped her toes, giggling as the coolness washed over her burning skin. “It feels nice…” she said, smiling weakly for the first time all day. But then she leaned forward too far. Her small hands slipped against the wet tiles.

I call out the word as the image pushes me over the edge, and I come. When I step out of the bathroom, I glance over at her house. The hot neighbor is sitting on her balcony drinking a glass of wine and reading the newspaper, a pair of glasses perched on the end of her nose and her long legs stretched out in front of her. Who the hell our age reads the newspaper anymore? God, she is such a little nerd. A sexy little nerd just waiting to be defiled. Noah thinks that staying in this neighborhood is going to make me behave?

But a sudden strange noise coming from the back startled me. I went to see what is happening but to my surprise a young lady wearing a torn golden dress was struggling to climb the back gate. Her golden-brown hair with a half bun tied with a yellow ribbon was gorgeously flowing. She's like someone who came out of the fairytale books. Very extraordinary and enchanting. "Hey!" I shouted but she became more desperate to climb when she saw me. "I can open the door for you." I came to her and offered to open the gate

The present is here and I will enjoy it while it last. I guess my simple life will be turned 180 degrees again? © A.G_2018

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

"Ophelia, I'll take you to the beach." I looked down at my feet. It turned out that they had already become transparent. A sad smile decorated my face as I nodded in response.

--- At six o'clock on a summer evening, the sky was still perfectly bright. Eleanor, resting on the sofa in her flat, heard a knock at the door. Hopping on one foot, she called out, "Coming!" She looked through the peephole but couldn't see anyone. Frowning in confusion, she called out, "Who is it?" After asking twice without receiving an answer, Eleanor wondered if some local kids were playing a prank. Assuming they had run off, she turned to head back to the living room, only for the knocking to start again.