The Summer I Turned Pretty Book Summary Novels & Stories

I turned to see who had come in. Joseph was tall and handsome, with a deep, thoughtful look in his eyes. He caught everyone's attention the moment he walked in. Then, he gave me a warm and gentle smile. Jealousy flickered in Elliot's eyes as he stood up and said anxiously, "My brother's here. Come on, get up and sit by me!" When I did not move, Elliot came over and grabbed my wrist, saying, "I know you're upset about the ring, but I promised to get you a new one, didn't I? You're carrying my child. Don't be mad, or people will laugh at us!"

I brushed Charlotte's hand off and looked at her condescendingly before answering, "I told you. If you want to get paid, you'll have to earn it. Did you think you'd just get free money?" As soon as I finished talking, the air around us grew icy. The shift in my demeanor took Charlotte by surprise. She stared at me, her eyes vacant. Suddenly, a hand emerged from behind her and dragged her back toward the workstation. "What is this? What are you doing? Let me go!" I reached out and plucked the pendant from her neck, turning it over in my hand. It was carved into the shape of a smiling Bhramuth, and the warmth of her skin lingered on it.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

You spent years preparing for the no and what you found on the other side was of course, in the casual tone of a man for whom your wanting something was the most natural fact available. She would not spend another summer on the preparing. She had too many summers left. End of chapter 53

My whole body trembled. And then—his lips brushed my cheek. A kiss so light, so fleeting, but it scorched through my skin like fire. I stopped breathing. “See you next summer,” he whispered—a promise I wasn’t sure he meant. I didn’t move. Didn’t speak. I watched him walk away, his figure swallowed by the dark. Only then did I breathe again. Only then did my mind return. This summer… it had rewritten me. Changed something in me I couldn’t undo.

~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.

“That’s impossible! He didn’t even take his phone with him…” She was right. They had taken my phone before we left, but the housemaid couldn’t bear it and secretly returned it to me. I had planned to record the route, thinking maybe one day I could find my way back. Hence, when I was taken, the phone was still in my chest pocket. That was how this footage was captured. After seeing it, Ralph crawled to Agnes’s feet, crying. “Jacob is doing great overseas right now! This has to be AI! Agnes, don’t believe it!”

Her legs gave out, and she collapsed into her chair like her bones had been removed. My aunt shrieked and fainted on the spot. My uncle scrambled to hold her up, pressing her philtrum to revive her. “Impossible! You cheated! You must’ve cheated! Tell me!” “Look at you, completely losing it. How could I cheat? I’m just a bookworm, remember?” Though it was true that I was a bookworm, my friends weren’t. While I studied abroad, I’d taken on some ghost-writing jobs to survive. That was how I met Annie.

"I should be thanking you, Mr. Merritt." Quentin had heard enough. He pushed Talia out of the coffee shop. Outside, the snow was still falling. Once winter arrived in Jarrowind and the snow started, it rarely stopped. Talia held out her hand and caught a few snowflakes in her palm. Watching them melt slowly, she felt an inexplicable sadness. Quentin noticed her melancholy. "Want to head back or take a walk?" Talia didn't choose either option. "I want to see Henry."

“Go ahead! Cry, scream! Show the world that face and tell them I bullied you. Do it!” My voice rose sharply at the end. The memory of the acid burning away my features in my previous life flashed through my mind. Overwhelmed with rage, I stomped on her face twice before finally turning to leave. … Downstairs by the school building, my desk mate, Rachel Summers, was waiting for me. “PE class started ages ago. What were you doing up there?” I replied casually, “Oh, just bullying the new girl.” She turned to me in shock. “What?!”