The Summer I Turned Pretty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Penelope, as I read on her badge, said. She had pretty hazel eyes, and I could swear her natural hair was brunette. Her teeth seemed artificial, too, and from her statement, I could tell she had difficulty pronouncing some words. Summer waved the book she had snatched from me and said. "She's not anything like us and will never be. She belongs to the trash." I scowled and yanked the book out of her hand. "I'll be waiting for you in the car if you'll excuse me," I gave her a tight-lipped smile and walked away.

he whispered under his breath. Just as he feared, Summer's surroundings began to blur. The laughter echoed in her mind like a distant memory, swirling into visions of a dark cave. She saw herself standing before an altar, wearing white robes, an ethereal glow about her. In her heart, a storm brewed, and she shook her head, trying to clear the images that threatened to consume her. "Summer?" Coleman called out, his voice breaking through her trance. He hurried toward her, concern etched on his face. "Are you okay?"

I frowned. Only then did I notice the stinging pain in my hand. It finally dawned on me that I had been reborn, returning to the time when Summer and Shawn were secretly flirting with each other. Looking at the two of them, I slowly curved my lips into a smile. My fingernails dug into my palm until my flesh tore and blood seeped out, yet I felt nothing at all. … Summer, an heiress, was struck in broad daylight by me, an adopted daughter of the Crawfords.

Anger is growing inside my chest. "At first," Summer begins to say. "I thought Matt would be enough for me. Handsome, fucking rich and as innocent as a little lamb. I thought I could put up with him until the day he was a rightful Alpha." She snorts under her breath. "But no, that's a long time away! And I'm not cut out to be anyone's second. I was thinking of finding someone else, but then your grandmother made me a wonderful deal, I could leave Matt and stay with you! Honestly, I love it. You're handsome and rich enough to be by your side for the rest of my life," she says.

My chest tightened a little. June laughed under her breath, but it was humorless. “I was a mess about it. I’d watch him when he came by the house, memorize the stupid way his hair fell into his eyes, the way he talked about books or his music. God, he loved music. I thought—God, I thought he was it for me. Like some ‘Summer I Turned Pretty’ fairytale where the girl finally gets the boy she’s loved forever.”

"I've had three surgeries and a rotating cast of roommates who all had stories. I have infinite patience for complicated." Belcalis talked. Not everything — not the bloodline, not Varro, not the argument she was still carrying. Enough. The pull before she saw his face. The contract terms. The corridor. The fireplace. The way it had moved faster than she had planned for, in a direction she couldn't honestly say she hadn't chosen. Iyana listened without speaking. For the first time in recorded history. "I told you," she said, when Belcalis finished. "You said I'd fall for someone wrong on paper."

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

Ian I watched from my seat as Summer walked up to the podium in the Charlotte Art Museum, fidgeting with her dress. What a dress it was, too. Long, deep burgundy, and a slip-satin that hugged her hips and waist. The neckline swept low, peeking at the swell of her breasts. The tone complimented her skin, especially when she blushed, and it was really damn difficult watching her move in that thing when all I could think about was getting it off her.

Ryan thought to himself He lay back on the bed and heaved a sigh of relief. As he lay pondering on how he was soon going to be free from being used as a house help, He received a W******p message from Madam Roselyn. He took his phone and opened the message. It was a document and an attached message. " This is the employment form. You can fill it here and submit and send the filled documents back to me." Reuben quickly opened the document and set it to fill it with his details. Within a few minutes, he was done, and he sent it back to Madam Roselyn.

my ruin…my damnation. She'd torn through all my walls with a smile and her soft hands, without even fucking knowing it, leaving me completely at her mercy. The machine beeped away as I watched her smile, the way her brunette hair bounced whenever she walked, the way she giggled at the smallest days….that day at the amusement park. Summer…….I had to stay away from her to live. It was inevitable. “No,” I said, staring at my skin that was no longer as marred as before. The second I said it, Viktor sucjked in a sharp breath.