The Summer I Turned Pretty Rating Novels & Stories

Carly asked, once she was able to speak again having finished with her flirtatious laughter. “I haven’t before, but I’m thinking about going out for it this year,” he replied with a crooked grin that sent Carly reeling. Why hadn’t Beth ever noticed before just how attractive he was? Surely, it wasn’t the strength he’d gained from his new medication that had brought on all of these changes. Had he grown a few inches already this summer? Added some muscle? Had the sunshine and fresh air he’d been getting on his evening walks improved his skin tone and lightened his hair? Or had she just been completely blind to what was right in front of her? “You should totally go out for it,” Amber said, her

She will definitely be a star beside me tonight. "You are really the best, Elise! You turned a pauper into a princess." I tapped Elise's shoulder. I can't help but smile. Yvee is so beautiful tonight. "And you, my little fairy, let's hurry up. The cameras are waiting for us." I grabbed Yvee's hand and walked outside. "Just smile when everyone is looking at you. Don't talk so you could keep your peaceful life after this. You get it?" I turned to her while I was driving. She is still not talking to me after her transformation. "Is something making you uncomfortable?" I asked her.

There it was; he found and had manipulated her weak spot. “Am I not pretty, Mark?” Charlotte looked up at him. “Let me take a closer look.” Mark walked over, clasping her chin with his big hand, looking left and right. “You’re pretty, very pretty.” Charlotte smiled and looked at Summer with a triumphant expression. “You heard that, Mommy? Mark says I am pretty.” “Yeah, you are pretty.” Summer pinched her cheek gently. How the hell did she need to feel pretty at this young age? Her eyes met his inadvertently, and she quickly looked away.

What difference was there between her and any random drunk causing a scene? "What's so great about her? Why her?" After shouting, Violet suddenly looked pitiful again. Summer finally had enough. "Exactly, what's so great about me? There's nothing great about me, except that I'm pretty!" "I'm pretty, too!" Violet shouted. Terrence was confused. Now, they were fighting over who was prettier? "Terrence, who's prettier? Me or her?" Violet asked, grabbing his arm. "Say she's prettier, then take her out of here," Summer said decisively.

"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.

“Hurry up and open it! Stop trying to be dramatic. There’s no way it’s another six!” I lifted the final die, and there it was—a six. I won. Taylor stared at the six perfect sixes lying on the table like she could burn holes through the wood. The smug smile she’d been wearing all night vanished completely. “Whatever. It was a total fluke! You just got lucky this time!” I smiled lightly. “I usually do have decent luck.” “You won! Transfer the money! Quickly!” Mom’s mood flipped instantly. She pushed forward, yelling at my aunt and Taylor.

Didn’t call him out. But the words lodged themselves in her mind and stayed there like a splinter she couldn’t dig out. You always smell like vanilla and rain. The rest of the day felt… off. She wasn’t wearing perfume. She never wore perfume. The only thing that could be mistaken for a “rain” scent was her shampoo — a brand she’d been using since she was twelve because it reminded her of summer storms on her grandmother’s porch. It wasn’t something she ever mentioned. Not to friends. Not to Colton. Certainly not to Micah.

The most popular comments were either praising Elara's looks or sympathizing with her for being stuck with a petty, vindictive ex-husband. Niamh's breath completely stalled, her hands trembling as she clutched her phone. "Niamh?" Beau called out timidly. It was his first time seeing Niamh with such a terrifying expression—her sharp, fierce gaze looked as if she was about to jump through the screen and start swinging. Niamh snapped out of it, then turned to Beau with a bright, forced smile. "Tell me, who do you think is prettier—your mom or me?"

In an instant, I was covered in filth. The others frowned and covered their noses in disgust. "Ugh, gross! You're as nasty as you smell," one spat. "Beth, why do we even need to work at her father's factory? Let's find somewhere else to work during the summer. Just look at her. She doesn't seem like someone from a rich family." Hearing that, memories of my father's factory came rushing back. Suddenly, I began to shiver uncontrollably. "But I heard the city's biggest factory belongs to her family," Bethany Reed replied. "The pay is supposedly the best in town, and they even issue internship completion certificates."

Lucille Summers was beautiful. She carried with her an elegance that gave her an ethereal charm. At present, she sat across from me in a white dress. She had no makeup on, and her eyes were rimmed red. "Penelope, I know that I have wronged you. But the baby is innocent…" she said as she gently caressed her baby bump. She looked ever so pitiful with her reddened eyes.