The Summer I Turned Pretty Summary Novels & Stories

Otherwise, she would have a tough time finding a job. Unfortunately, she didn’t appreciate my advice and even declared, “I’m not like you nerds. Studying won’t change your fate.” She disappeared for five years. Then one day she came back a completely different person, wearing a tight miniskirt and heavy smoky makeup. She drank and smoked, pulling out wads of cash like it was nothing. My aunt didn’t care what she did to earn that money. As long as Taylor brought home stacks of bills, she didn’t ask a single question.

I looked up, and under the shade of the trees, he stood quietly—tall and composed—but his face was hidden in shadow. It was summer, and the cicadas buzzed noisily in the background. It suddenly brought me back to the end of the video I had seen in the theater. He had been sitting there, hands clenched tightly together, saying, “Sadie, I want you to be happy.” Even now, I couldn’t forget those words. So, I answered him, “Because someone wants me to be happy.”

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.

SUMMER'S POV I gradually woke up, but yet again in a strange but comforting apartment. I stood up slowly, trying not to a make a sound-my head still throbbing seriously. The air felt so fresh, as I sighed in relief. I began to feed to my eyes. The house was magnificent: high ceilings, soft recessed lighting, a massive king-sized bed that probably cost more than everything I owned. Heavy curtains blocked out the night. A sleek guitar leaned against the wall like it belonged in a magazine spread, books, clean surfaces. Money screamed from every corner.

“Go ahead! Cry, scream! Show the world that face and tell them I bullied you. Do it!” My voice rose sharply at the end. The memory of the acid burning away my features in my previous life flashed through my mind. Overwhelmed with rage, I stomped on her face twice before finally turning to leave. … Downstairs by the school building, my desk mate, Rachel Summers, was waiting for me. “PE class started ages ago. What were you doing up there?” I replied casually, “Oh, just bullying the new girl.” She turned to me in shock. “What?!”

Like this was something real. Then she was gone. And everything in me went still. I turned to the Omega waiting in the shadows. My voice came out cold. Empty. “Burn the sheets.” He bowed. “Yes, Alpha.” “Scrub every inch. I don’t want to smell her in this room again. And from now on—she doesn’t come in here. Ever.” “Understood.” I stood by the window, staring at nothing. The sun was rising. Birds were singing. The world dared to look normal.

Summer said and she scooted her chair closer so they were face-to-face. Rowena gave her as many as she could, letting out the details about her lapse of sanity on the front porch. “Besides, it doesn’t matter what happened. I won’t be seeing him again.” “How do you know that?” Summer reached for the newspaper and pointed to the picture there. “The man in this picture is pretty much into you.” “Trust me, Summie… He didn’t even knock when he dropped off my car. He left the keys in the mail slot.” “If you say so...” Summer added smiling, raising an eyebrow, then left the cubicle.

Big brown eyes. She clutched a small pink envelope in her hand. “H-hello,” she said shyly. “Are you Miss Joanna?” I stood slowly, confusion gripping me. “Yes...?” She smiled. “My name is Summer.” The air left my lungs. She walked forward and held out the envelope. “My mom told me to give this to you. She said… you should know the truth.” I reached for the envelope, fingers trembling. “Where’s your mom?” “She’s outside. She didn’t want to come in.”

No one else ever caught his eye. When she left, he had become obsessed with finding someone like her, and now that she was back, all he wanted was to channel his anger, to confront and torment her. He had no time, let alone interest, for any other woman, even as a pretense. “Just think of it as doing me a favor,” Summer continued, sensing his hesitation. “I really don’t want to be set up with some older, middle-aged guy. Do this for me, and I’ll owe you. Name it, and I’ll make it up to you.” She played her hand carefully, knowing that while this might start as a charade, the outcome could be unpredictable. She had enough confidence to believe things might turn out in her favor.

Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.