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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.”

It was Summer lying down on the floor with red liquid flowing on his neck! "Oh ... No!" Stella cried out with shock. There was a long message for this one. 'Mommy. Please help Summer. Come to rescue your baby, mommy. Next time, it will be Summer's dead body. The really dead body, mommy. Come back to Summer in two days. Otherwise, Summer will become a rotten wrecked dog. Come soon, mommy. Summer is missing you! Stella read the text over and over again. Her eyes were burning hot with anger. The picture of Summer lying in blood like!

Greta and Gabby made their way to Page Turner’s Bookstore just down the street from the Blue Moon Inn. Once inside the warmth of the large shop, Greta was surprised to see a bright modern shop, which included not only a metaphysical section, but my children’s section, too. With soft upbeat music playing in the background, it didn’t take long to find the shopkeeper chatting away to a rather wild looking dog by a fireplace.

Summer focused on her journal, while River focused on the story book that Summer lent him. Occasionally, Summer hummed a little. Occasionally, River giggled. However, there was no interaction between them until River closed the book he had finished reading. "Summer, are you done?" River asked while tilting her head, checking what Summer had written. Summer shook her head. "Not yet. I still have to write a few more things. Have you finished reading my book?" River nodded. "Yes, this is a very good book. I don't believe you said your book didn't sell. I think your book deserves to be displayed on the bestseller shelf. Your adventures are so exciting and funny. Is it true that your favorite she

The books are just like I remember them, better than the movies. I read the book To All the Boys I've Loved Before and the books after that. Watched the movie after. To my surprise I really liked them. I decided to look more at the Author of those books and see what other things she wrote. I ended up reading The Summer I Turned Pretty and the books after that. Marke reaction, surprisingly good. I started reading Burn for Burn now. It's really good even though I've only read like three chapters and haven't really gotten to the good part. I started to draw way more too. I have a certain sketch book that I fill up and usually it takes about a school year. The one I got for my birthday that I ha

Hope was all I held onto. Frustrated, I lay down, listening to the faint sound of her chimes and trying to ignore the scent of lilac from her yard. Fruitless. I picked up my copy of To Kill a Mockingbird from the nightstand, an old favorite, and was comforted by the smell of aged paper and binding as I dove in to escape. I looked up a short while later at the sound of footsteps. Summer's, to be exact. She walked like a mouse. She emerged in my doorway, holding a large canvas.

"The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates." As soon as she finished speaking, all eyes turned to me. Bethany continued, "Prime Works Factory is your family's, right? You'll figure out how to get us in. Once summer break starts, we're heading there. Also, get us cushy positions. You know, the kind where we sit in air-conditioned offices and drink coffee all day." She was the leader of the group. As she spoke, she lifted my chin with the tip of her shoe. Her red lips curled into a sneer, and her gaze pierced through me, as if I was nothing more than a speck of dust.

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.

he said simply, and the meaning behind the words was not lost on her. She was about to come back with a snappy, flirty reply, but was interrupted by the arrival of the man they had been waiting for and they both stood as he approached. Though Aiden politely shook the hand he extended as he introduced himself, she couldn’t help but feel like she was suddenly under a microscope. His gaze raked over her, the appreciation to be found there barely concealed as he gave her a subtle up and down look before it flickered to Mitch and away, seemingly dismissing him as it moved firmly back to Aiden and a winning smile curved his lips. He was handsome, blonde, clean cut…nothing outwardly off about him,

Her eyes watered and she tried to keep her head down all the way back to her temporary home. So much for wanting to relieve herself. *** I'm glad if you are still following this story at this rate of updates. But I apologize once again because Pretty a Little Fears is about to go on another hold. This time, I'm not so sure on when I'll be able to update. So much is going on with trying to apply for Uni this year and exams. My anxiety and nerves won't let me write a few words. I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story.