Novel & Cerita The Summer I Turned Pretty Common Sense Media

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.

He sneered, his laugh filled with scorn, "Joseph's lost his power in the family. He'd never marry you, especially if you're carrying my child. Cut out the silly jokes, Wendy!" He leaned in close, his eyes scanning me in my sleek, fancy dress. "I'll admit, your new trick has caught my interest. Fine, let's find time to relive that night we had a bit too much fun." He reached to pull me close, but then Sheila screamed from behind us. Elliot spun around to see Sheila clutching her face, which was covered in red blotches. "Elliot! I'm so itchy. There are hyacinths everywhere, and I'm allergic to them!" Tears filled her eyes as she fell into Elliot's arms.

Casper stopped for a moment as he held his lit cigarette. He looked like he was about to throw it away in frustration. After a moment’s hesitation, he simply threw the lighter away. “Hey! Who are you scorning? I’ll buy you a hundred-dollar chocolate bar.” Summer laughed as she followed after Casper. Her heart felt empty. It felt as if it was bleeding, but she was numb towards it. ‘This is the ending they wanted. ‘I’ve ruined Jasper and Miller Corporation.

" I had already put up with a lot because of their so-called love, and it was making me feel sick. However, no matter what I said on the phone, Carl and his friends would never believe me. I just could not bring myself to send them pictures. It felt gross. As we sat there, Sadie watched the performers and could not help but grumble, "They sing so terribly, and they look like they're all skin and bones—it's like they never eat. "I need to use the restroom, Summer. Keep an eye out for me, okay? "Don't forget to tell me when it's my turn!"

She frowned upon Summer for being weak. Summer was even more confused by that. The first one to get it was Eislyn. She lost control of her senses and rushed forward to reason with Ruth. Her manager tried her best to stop her. She warned her in a low voice, “Calm down! This drama is unprecedentedly popular now. We need it to make a comeback!” Noticing Eislyn’s anger, the silly and cute Summer finally understood what Ruth meant. She looked embarrassed and said, “I-I don’t need it. I’ll learn how to fight on my own. We don’t have to waste the company’s resources!”

Where there were people, there was also bound to be drama. Even at the prestigious Riveria Group, gossip was inevitable and bountiful. It seemed as if they'd somehow heard about Gaston telling me to resign from the company yesterday. Their eyes were filled with doubt, curiosity, and even contempt. Just as I thought, Gaston was an annoying CEO indeed. "Mr. Sommar, bring me some coffee." My intercom sounded just then with just a cold, curt command from Brooke.

Shania and I decided on Samuel Turner, a marketing manager at Shania's company. Samuel was younger than Lucille and about six years younger than me. I had gotten to know him through a random dinner event in the past. I had formed a deep impression of him because of his good looks and how smart he was at handling all sorts of situations. Later on, I got to know from Shania that he was also very competent at work. He had managed to get his position as marketing manager within a year of joining the company.

Then, time passed by. It was the weekend, and I visited home. I had my phone on silent but by the looks of it, each minute that passes, it lights up with a message. I look at my phone in my hands only to roll my eyes at it. Brye has been bombing my phone with messages and he won’t stop obviously until he gets the reply that he wants. For the rest of the drive, I was only looking outside while listening to music. It felt weird. The ride felt weird for some reason.