The Summer I Turned Pretty Fanfiction の小説・ストーリー

Beau asked, "Why would you want to drive me?" Angie smiled. "Because I'm dating your daddy. I'm going to be your new mommy." Beau looked at Angie in shock, his face instantly turning cold. "I don't want a new mommy!" He took a resistant step backward. "Beau, why don't you want a new mommy?" Angie asked him. "Your mommy doesn't want you anymore." Beau looked in Elara's direction, tears pooling in his eyes. "Even if I don't have a mommy anymore, I still don't want a new one!"

I still didn't get why they liked him. He was handsome, but well… I couldn’t quite get it. Maybe because he was my brother. Summer break was getting close in California, and there was something about the way the sun made everything smell that I loved. I had decided to spend June at my elder brother’s apartment before I resumed college. My brother, Davis, had moved out when he was nineteen and had been living alone ever since he started college. He was pissed off when I told him I was coming over, but what could he do to me?

“I know you heard what I said about men mauled at the park. I followed the stench from the parking lot where three of them were watching you, not just one, all of them hungering for you, Summer. “I found them in the park where they usually hunted and I called River to come initiate our own hunt. Which we did. What we found were three savages in the process of transforming into the most dangerous creatures on this earth. And we made a choice. Kill them before they could kill us. Ask me again if I’m a killer.” She wasn’t moving. “They haven’t reached early transformation yet, but I agree with both you and Marla. It will happen within days, maybe hours. Help me with this, Summer.” Her shoulders

she said before walking out on me. I sighed as I watched her, as her footsteps faded into the distance. Dejected, I went back to my car and drove off. I just couldn't get why she was so difficult to understand. One minute I think I've figured her out and the next minute, bam! She's like a totally different book. Autumn's POV "Hey, Autumn," Summer called out to me, interrupting my reading. I'm guessing by this time she was now probably sick of playing alone with her harem of Barbie dolls.

"You are not like this, Alexa. I know you. You don't like making people in a hard position. You are kind-hearted and never hold any grudges towards people," "You are the one who makes me turn this way. I was being kind and super nice to you but what I got? THE BETRAYAL! YOU MAKE ME LOOK LIKE A FOOL! I don't think I want to be the Alexa you know anymore. One month and pay me back, sweetheart. Now, leave!" ______________________________________________________________________________ Hello! hope you guys have an amazing day. don't forget to vote! xoxo

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.

**** J U N E I don’t know how it happens. One day, I’m still struggling to stay afloat, the pressure easing a little with each week that passes. The next I woke up determined to start living again. I hate that it took me six months to work through this, but every time I felt like the ground might be steadying under my feet, something would happen. So I keep my head down and focus entirely on work until the end of the school year. And then summer vacation starts and I feel… Okay. Better than okay. Almost like myself again.

I thought about ten days of sitting across from him at dinner while the unbinding worked through my blood, while he talked about where we might go after the ceremony, what the first week after the Turning would feel like. He had been so present in those ten days. So careful. So completely unaware. That was the thing I kept coming back to. Not Isabeau. Not the three years of manufactured distance. None of it would have worked if he had simply been paying attention. She hadn't created the distance between us. She had only filled it. — The river moved past, slow and grey and constant. I stopped at a railing and stood there for a while. Somewhere in New York, an eight-hundred-year-old vampire wa

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.”