The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad Novels & Stories

I call out gently, rubbing my hands on her cheeks and causing her to purr like a cat. She's still hot, and I hate that her temperature is rising that much, and as I finish dressing her up, she mewls, twirling around the bed. Standing from the bed, I make a move and she calls out to me. "Mr. Sin?" her voice breaks out. "Yes, Summer?" I answer. Her witty smile disappears as he falls asleep. Sighing, I leave the room, entering the room, I need to have a word with her friends. They can't have my money and their friend. They will have to choose one. And I am not taking back my money.

Daphne’s POV I tossed and turned on the bed, unable to find peace. Memories crept in, uninvited, like shadows slipping through cracks. Tears streamed silently down my cheeks as I faced the truth I had tried so hard to avoid—I wasn’t as strong as I pretended to be. Sighing, I sat up and stared into the darkness. The voices in my head whispered relentlessly, dragging me back to moments I wanted to forget. Each time I closed my eyes, those haunting images loomed, leaving me trembling.

"I want to finish my special surprise for Aunt Emily. She will be happy to see that I managed to write a lot." "Oh, my daughter is very smart. Then, don't go anywhere. Wait here. I'll be back soon. If anything happens, do you remember what you have to do?" Summer held the whistle hanging around her neck. "I must blow this whistle without stopping." "Good. Prove that you're not a little baby anymore." Sky raised an eyebrow. "I'm not a baby anymore, Mama." Summer's cheeks puffed up.

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.

When I opened my eyes, I found myself holding an exquisitely wrapped sandwich. Whispers immediately drifted into my ears. "Look, Jacob Blake's here again delivering breakfast to Carol." "He seriously has no shame. She already said she doesn't like him, but he still won't give up." "Exactly! Carol and Matt are obviously the perfect couple!" I froze for two seconds before a flood of memories suddenly crashed into my mind. I, the invincible hero of a power-fantasy novel, had actually transmigrated into the role of a pathetic simp side character in a trashy romance novel.

Crying as she confessed her mistakes. “Yeah, right! You deserve it. You’re now reaping the fruits of your dirty seeds.” After saying that, Kattie marched away. She even bumped against her when Kattie passed in front of her. She restrained Summer when her friend attempted to scratch Kattie. “You? What else are you looking at? Stop taking videos!” Summer was furious by those who kept gossiping, watching, filming and having a feast with what happened. She no longer cared around. She also wants to lose interest in the world. All she really wanted was to leave and hide in her cave.

a bitch with a price tag remain a bitch! Andrea quickly Munch down her food and tidy up the kitchen in minutes and she wanted to wash her face because It's summer she feel so sticky after cooking

It was pretty easy to get swooned by her, tricked and manipulated by her but truly she was a wolf beneath a sheep’s skin. “Summer just had something she wanted to tell me…” My dad stuttered and mentally, I shook my head. “Oh really?” Taylor widened her eyes, maybe sensing what it was probably about. It wasn’t exactly rocket science but in that moment, I just pushed a hard lump down my throat. “Tell us, Summer.”

Her breath slowed and the blood drained from her face very fast before she dropped on the floor. “Someone call an ambulance!” And that didn't scare me as much as the blood that began to pool from her. ~End of Flashback~ I guess that's when the hatred for me started. I thought they'd forgotten about it by now and moved since my pack and hers were separated. But we were all coming together to solve the rogue problem again. Summer moved out on the day of the funeral because she couldn't stand the sight of a 'murderer'. She'd changed so much. I mean I hadn't seen her for over six years. Where was I?

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.