The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Summary Novels & Stories

Their faces flash, and Goddess are they beautiful, perfection walking the earth meant to torment me. Those idiots have been different since we stepped foot in Willowa to retrieve Nora. They’ve been reserved. All the progress we made prior is gone and I have no way to repair it. Neither of them will tell me what they’re fighting about, but whatever it is, it’s squashed any hope I had. “You’re going to have to leave this house. We can’t stay in this room forever.” Summer huffs, begging for a run. She has been cooped up for days and she hates it.

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.

“You destroyed his life. You can’t even bear to hear his last words? “You know what? I could have killed you on the first day, but I didn’t. “Killing you then would have been too easy a punishment. “I wanted you to watch your empire crumble as your lover went insane. I wanted to crush your pride to dust! “I wanted you to rot in fear and regret.” Moon stared at me. Her gaze shifted from madness to pure terror. “You… you’re not human! You’re a demon!” “Yes.” I smiled. “I’m the demon who crawled out of hell just to ruin you.”

He set his cup down on the table with a heavy thud. “Whitney, do you really want to leave me? Don’t forget, seven years ago, you were the one who climbed into my bed.” My chest tightened with a dull pain. I stared at him in disbelief. That was when I finally understood everything. “Hah! So that’s how you’ve always seen it. No wonder your attitude changed the morning after. I thought you just stopped caring once you got what you wanted. Turns out, you never saw it any other way.”

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.”

I always believed others had misled him into hating me, but today, I realized the kindness he once showed me was never truly mine. After a long time, the door finally opened. Cindy walked out with flushed cheeks and weak legs but acted nonchalantly. "Excuse me, I need to freshen up in the restroom." When she walked by, her face carried the smugness of a victor. I looked toward the cockpit and saw Edward fastening the buttons of his uniform with practiced ease. There was no hint of shame on his face, only satisfaction. … Wrecked with heartache, I endured it until the plane touched down. I stood at the cabin door, overseeing the passengers as they disembarked.

My bottom is thrust up in the air and I feel extremely exposed. “There is something you need to know about me… I don’t just like punishing naughty girls. I like to punish well behaved little girls. I want you to be my good girl and I want to turn your ass red anyway. I want to see your big blue eyes fill with tears as you ask me why and beg me to stop… and then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

It would make it that much easier for her to control me. Now, I understood that I couldn't rely on anyone else if I wanted to change my fate. I could only depend on myself. I wanted to tell Lila that the Lawson family was nothing but a cage. Still, I could only hope that she wouldn't regret the path she'd chosen. Meanwhile, I needed to return to the original path I'd chosen for myself. I wanted to change my future through education. I would sit for the SATs and change my life! As Lila had done in her past life, I saved a regular middle-aged man named George Stone from the rubble. He was gravely injured and immediately taken to the hospital. A few days later, I bought some fruit and visited h

I only knew who they were by scent because I didn’t bother to look in their direction. That doesn’t stop me either though as I put my claws at his stomach and slowly dig in, “Maybe you’re the one who should watch the way you talk to a Turned wolf,” my claws slip deeper and deeper but he doesn’t so much as flex his abs. “Especially when you have no information on them,” he still doesn’t move an inch the whole time as I retract my claws and scape upwards a bit. I didn’t go too deep, he’ll heal in seconds from what I’ve learned from Star.

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.