Novel & Cerita The Summer I Turned Pretty Wallpaper Jeremiah

Her fingers were trembling as she pressed the flush button. Everything that happened in the past year was like a dream. Now that she had woken up from the dream, all of that should end. She turned on the cell phone and glanced at the screen. Her wallpaper was still a photograph of Jasper that she had secretly taken from a magazine cover. She almost tossed the cell phone into the toilet bowl too. But after hesitating for a moment, Summer decided to change the wallpaper and keep the cell phone. “Cough, cough, cough!” There was suddenly a huge pain in her chest. Summer could not help but plop to the ground. She held the edge of the toilet bowl as she vomited out a huge pool of blood.

*** ALEX'S HOUSE I was worn out. I hauled myself to my scanty porch, then tossed my bag into my wide-opened window. My room faced the entrance of our humble home. Our house seemed like a disaster waiting to happen. Cracked in many angles at the far-up wall. It's sky blue color, turning into something that gradually looked like...poop. A beautiful pear plant stood beside the dreary structure, but that was it. Not another beautification. Nope! I'm not waiting for this pile of rubbles to crush me down before I find a job. I walked in, turned on the lights, and found Felix, my foster dad, wasted on his ' favorite couch'. Two empty bottles swiveled to and fro on the animal skinned rug.

She felt comfortable after wiping her dress with wet towel, the smell slightly fades although it was still wet, she kept on wiping it with the dry part of the towel and she waited few more minutes to slightly dried it before she went out of the wash room. James went inside the hall and sat on his friends table. Erickson Charles his best friend poke him on his shoulder and whispered him. "I think I saw Summer Ashton a while ago with one of the Wellings, is that really her?" he curiously asked him but his voice were full of concern. He didn't bother a reply, but his facial reaction was enough to answer his curiosity. He suddenly felt sad for him. The man sighed in disbelief, he gave him a glas

It was a sanctuary. The walls were lined with polished oak shelves, floor-to-ceiling, filled with leather-bound books, locked drawers, and antique artifacts. There was a grand piano, covered in velvet. A crystal decanter of untouched brandy on a side table. A digital fireplace crackling beneath an oil painting of a woman she didn’t recognize. This was not the cold businessman’s room. This was Jeremi’s soul on display. And for some reason she feels the room he had given her was ugly.

Not until I was completely sure he was mine and mine alone. He looked so fucking sexy right now, his white shirt with blue paint stains stretched across his broad chest, showing off the tattoos on his forearms, and his grey sweatpants hanging low on his hips, clearly outlining the heavy bulge of his cock. I bit my lower lip and tried to dodge the question, stroking up and down his right arm instead. “How is your leg? I can see you are able to—” Jeremiah leaned in and kissed the rest of my words away, his mouth moving against mine with perfect hunger. His hand moved to my right thigh, cupping it possessively, fingers digging into the soft flesh.

I don't know if it will be a good life. But it will be a peaceful one. I am no longer angry. I am just sad. We walk back down the stairs. Jeremiah is expectantly waiting. "She understands," Alpha tells him. Jeremiah is handsome. He has dark hair and green eyes. He is muscular and strong. I look at him. He looks back at me. He makes my heart flutter. He is everything a girl could ever want. I smile at him. He smiles back. I know that this is the right thing to do.

How lucky that it’s long. “Baby girl, come here..” Damian patted the space next to him on the sofa. I sat down and saw the photos that Jeremiah had given me. I was mortified to think that they had seen it, that I instinctively reached out to take those away. “Baby girl..” Damian stopped me with a gentle voice as he touched my hand. “Jeremiah is back,” he said as he looked at me. Suddenly I remembered Jeremiah’s many miscalled. “Yes.” I nodded in fear.

“Step away from my daughter. Now.” Jeremiah didn’t move. His hand stayed possessively on my hip, thumb stroking the fresh bruise he’d made. He slowly pulled out of me, letting everyone see the thick trail of his cum leaking from my swollen, well-fucked pussy. He didn’t bother tucking himself away. Let them look. “She’s not walking down that aisle like this,” Jeremiah said, voice rough, dangerous. “Not with my cum still inside her.” One of the security guards reached for his gun.

Jeremiah’s P.O.V. Three hours after Suzan must have left Mr.Jeremiah’s mansion, the old-looking but handsome gentleman was seen in one of his secret chambers, smoking a cigarette. The entire room of that chamber was decorated with pictures of people whom he had eliminated over the years and guess what, Suzan’s late parents’ pictures weren't exempted. Apart from the chamber being decorated by late men and women pictures, various white and red-looking curtains were also seen there. Suddenly, a breeze started to blow, making it possible for the curtains to blow, highlighting its beauty, and revealing the chamber's elegant structures.