Novel & Cerita The Summer I Turned Pretty Summary

I swallowed hard, turning quickly toward the guitar stand just to give my shaking hands something to hold. "I just wanted to know," she added under her breath, loud enough to cut straight through the noise in my head. "Since you're the one who told me to focus on you." The rest of the practice went by in a blur of restless energy. Summer was noticeably cranky, throwing herself into the chords with an edge, while I spent the next hour walking on eggshells, doing everything I could to stay in her good graces. "Finally. We’re done," Summer sighed, letting out a long breath of relief as she set her instruments aside.

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.

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.

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.”

Love and what not were not all that important, but gossip was always a murderous knife. Watching Keane's father leave, Summer turned and went back to the room to get dressed neatly and tied her hair up into a high ponytail. Looking at herself in the mirror for a long time, Summer raised her hand to touch her cheek. She did not have much of an idea about how to be pretty, and she did not have much obsession with this face of her own. When she was still studying, others said she was pretty, and Samson also said that Summer was very beautiful.

I know she’s been photographed topless with just her hair artfully covering her breasts in the past; I’ve got the image saved to my phone along with dozens of others. Hoarding pictures of Aubrey Campbell is my dirty little secret. From the moment I first saw her, I wanted to claim her. Make her mine. Knowing she’s been practically naked in front of others is a totally different thing to actually seeing her bare herself. The possessive beast inside me won’t allow it. “No more. From now on no one sees your pretty little tits and juicy ass.” “Wha—I don’t…” I close the distance between us, causing her to look up so she can meet my eyes. “No one sees what’s mine.” “Y-yours?” “Mine.”

Her gaze fixated on Summer’s outstretched hand. She put away the spatula and turned off the gas stove. Summer almost protested and mourned the loss of the pancake that would surely go straight into the trash can. “How did this happen?” she demanded, her gaze laced with concern. Summer gulped. This was the part she didn’t like. She never had to explain these to anyone except Gloria. “Can I get a full-sleeved shirt?” she asked meekly instead. She was thankful that her voice was steady. Barbara’s lips formed a thin line. She nodded tightly. “Come with me.” She turned and left, expecting the latter to follow her. Summer exhaled shakily, she owed her an explanation. Maybe someday, when she was re

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

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?