Novel & Cerita The Summer I Turned Pretty Books

I went in my closet and rummaged through my things. At last I found it, It was my Summer-to-do-list book when I was nine. I look through the pages and laughed at it. I am going to re-do all of this again. I went out of my room and as if on cue the devil went out. I stuck my tongue at him and strode off downstairs, rode on my bike to the twins' house. The door opened and there looking up at me was no other than Kent, their cousin, eating a giant lollipop.

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.

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.

And then there were Marianne and Elena—inside, carrying the weight of summer storms long past, and secrets that stretched across years like invisible threads. Gemma opened her notebook, pen poised above the blank page. She didn’t know what she was about to write—an observation, a story, a warning. Maybe all three. But she knew one thing: this summer wasn’t just fleeting warmth and careless laughter. It was a convergence, a delicate balance of past and present, of choices and consequences.

I unfolded the paper with sheer inquisitiveness, it read; 'Tomorrow, at closing period. Three Horns bar... be early.' Was this some kind of date with Salene, the number one beauty in our class? She rarely talks, though remained one of the most discussed topics in class. We all saw and spoke highly of her. She was perfection personified. A Cinderella in a modernized world. "S–sorry, wh–" I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still...

Beneath that was a flood of praise. 'Jenna really lives up to being a top graduate. She landed a billion-dollar project on her first try.' 'Mr. Cladwell has such a great eye, discovering someone this outstanding.' 'So what if someone worked on it for three months? She still got outdone by an intern!' 'Exactly. Jenna's capable and kind, unlike certain people who think being the CEO's daughter makes them untouchable.' I read through each message, my finger pausing on the screen.

Even knowing there was another woman in his life, I finally agreed to his proposal. I thought that if there was anything serious between him and his adopted sister, he wouldn't be with me. But everything changed after his adopted sister returned from studying abroad. Seeing my silence, Dante softened his tone. "Rest up, okay? Everything I promised you won't change." But when I returned to the estate… Pushing open the living room door, I found Dante and Sofia standing in our room. Around Sofia's fair neck hung a massive blue diamond. It was the "Eye of Medusa," a Moretti family heirloom passed down for three generations, the only thing my mother left me before she died.

"You're still recovering. Don't push yourself with textbooks right now. Read this instead. It'll be good for you." Talia sat up against the headboard and took the book. She glanced down at the cover and realized that it was a romance novel. A young adult campus romance, no less. She raised an eyebrow. Quentin caught the look and laughed. "If you don't like it, just scroll through your phone for a while. The textbooks can wait." She nodded. "Okay." Before he left, Quentin pulled her into a long hug, holding on like he was trying to store up enough of her to last the rest of the day.

Barbara joined them soon after. “Should I drop you off?” Barbara offered. Summer shook her head. She needed to clear her head, and a walk was the best option for that. ~~~~~ As she strolled small snippets, ones that she had hard time remembering last night, came back to her. The attacker had mentioned something about ‘the book’. What book were they referring to? She frowned. Was it the one that she possessed? But what was so special about a tattered book, the contents of which she hadn’t been able to decipher until now. Was it something valuable that she had been keeping?

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