The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad Novels & Stories

I’d bake cookies for him until my hands were covered in burns, still smiling as I handed them over. My affection for him was so obvious that the whole world knew. But things were different now. The Sierra Wood who had just started her senior year of high school was already dead. Standing here now was a reborn Sierra Wood, stronger and sharper. … For the rest of the day, Linda didn’t show her face again. I knew her well enough. Her greatest pride was that flawless face of hers. If she couldn’t make full use of it, she wouldn’t act so easily. I had all the patience in the world to wait. Soon, Saturday arrived, marking my eighteenth birthday.

Dry leaves whipped around the cemetery. Freya stood still, clutching a bouquet, eyes locked on the shared tombstone. She didn't say a word—just stared at the photo carved into the stone. A leaf landed on her shoulder. She sighed, long and slow. Then she turned, fake pouting over her shoulder. "Seriously, Demi? You two are snails. My arms are gonna fall off!" Pregnant now, I moved like a sloth. Terrance hovered like I'd shatter.

A spark of amusement tingled in Gianna’s eyes, “A witch.” “Exactly,” Summer nodded as they both walked towards the door, “I’ve never seen a man so pussy whipped in my life before. I still want him. I won’t back down until I have him. Whether he wants me or not.” “He’s all yours. I don’t want him.” Summer sneered, “I hope things are cleared now. I’ve got somewhere else to be.” Gianna couldn’t help but ask one last question, “What prompted you to finally say the truth?”

A conflict between a doctor and a patient would make the news. When I finally made it back to my room, I patted my chest in relief, silently praising my own quick thinking for the crisis avoided. Then, a soft scoff came from the doorway, snapping me back to reality. I turned around. Willow was leaning against the doorframe, and Autumn stood beside her, looking utterly confused. I gave an awkward smile. “Autumn, I’ll walk you back.” Willow coaxed the little girl gently. I sat on the edge of the bed, bored, waiting for her to return after sending Autumn back.

She looked up, caught me smiling, and smiled. That was it. That was the moment I was done for. Twenty one years old and this is what my life had become. Locked in my room on the first week of summer, curtains drawn, laptop open, completely feral over a woman I could never have. Dad was at work. Laura was somewhere in the house being loud about it. And Nicole was always the problem.

Yet somehow… my mind still drifted toward a stubborn eighteen-year-old girl with pink bandages and reckless eyes. Ava. Even after three days away from her, she still found a way into my thoughts like she belonged there. And that was the real problem. I exhaled sharply and grabbed the whiskey bottle from the table, pouring another glass. Outside, Pasadena glittered beneath the night sky. Beautiful. But inside the hotel suite, I already knew the truth. This summer was becoming dangerous in ways I never expected.

Memory of the Past As summer gave way to autumn, patrol duties became even more dreaded for me. Both inside and outside of the safehouse, the air became more chilly. The insulation in this room was a complete farce. I let out a long, exasperated groan as I burrowed further into the heavy blanket that had been put over my shoulders. Anya, who was seated against the wall to my left and reading a book, had a grimace on her face. It was one of mine, and it was one of the few items Mom had managed to take with her when she left with Thomas during the Takeover of the apartment building. It was my copy of Twilight, which was one of my favorite books back when I believed that supernatural entities w

We would have to wait and see. Freya still had not returned, and I wondered what was taking her so damn long. I thought about texting her, but I figured she was a big girl and could do things on her own. She woke me up this morning, so fuck her for the moment. “Large Blood Moon,” a barista called. I raised my hand and grabbed it. I made my way to the patio. It was a beautiful day, so I wanted to enjoy the sun on my skin. Summer was my favorite season because it meant I got to spend most of my time outside in the sun.

Chapter – 0001 Carly's POV My summer was going so perfect that I should have known something awful was going to happen. I’d saved up money all year so that I didn’t have to work before I went to college, and planned on doing nothing except laying out by the pool, having sex with my boyfriend, and eating the best food everyday. The first month or so of summer went exactly as planned, and then things came crashing down when I got a text from my friend Alicia.

Dear Reader, When I first dreamed of I Was More Than Pretty, I didn’t intend to write about revenge. I intended to write about returning. Returning to yourself. Because so many of us — myself included — have spent years bending and breaking to be loved. We’ve changed our faces, our voices, our truths. We’ve smiled through pain. We’ve stayed in rooms that drained us. We’ve called betrayal “love” because the silence of loneliness felt worse. And then one day, something shifts.