The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad Novels & Stories

Alice tried to grab the paper from Summer but I pulled her back and took it myself. "Nicky tell me you're not believing all of this, Autumn obviously has her on her side and you know your sister never liked me." I didn't even have time to process what was happening when Summer continued. "If that is not enough for you maybe this will set everything straight." She said as she handed me a USB drive. "Play it." I took it from her hands, put it into my laptop, and waited for it to open.

Not ever. Summer sat by the window, staring out into the darkness. The cold breeze from the open window brushed against her skin, but the chill in the air was nothing compared to the unease gnawing at her chest. Hilda had just left for the night, and now she was alone, consumed by thoughts of what Jessica was planning. Her mind couldn't settle, turning over the conversation she'd overheard earlier. Jessica's words echoed in her mind—When the foxes leave tomorrow, Summer will go with them.

VOLUME TWO: WINTER'S PATH Matt Holcomb Late July I knew before I even started my car this morning and made the two-hour trek to her house that today was not going to end how I'd hoped. Summer Quinn was supposed to be my salvation, and though she wouldn't be my ruin, the loss was going to thrust my life right back to what started my downward spiral in the first place.

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.

CHARITY POV Paramore blares through the speakers of my stereo, my head resting against my favorite fuzzy pillow. I try to stop my thoughts from wandering to where they shouldn’t. To who they shouldn’t. A growl of frustration leaving my lips as Summer, my meddlesome wolf, pushes their faces into my mind. She feels no shame about wanting Matt and Fletcher equally. The idea puritanically sinful and thrilling.

Chapter 7 Summer's POV The whole world turned dark as soon as Amelia ran back to the castle, I knew there was nothing on this earth that I could do that'll stop her from showing whatever she had to Jackson, this was deeper than I thought. I hoped that Jackson wouldn't do something that we all would regret as time goes on.

With just seven days left until the college entrance exam, the high school's PA system suddenly crackled to life during the morning break. “My name is Lily Smith. I’m a senior. Before I graduate, I’d like to confess my feelings to my crush.” Inside the classroom, every eye instantly locked onto Jack. The room exploded into rowdy cheers and teasing. Jack felt his face burn as his heart hammered against his ribs. After all, he had spent three whole years cracking jokes to help his childhood friend, Lily, overcome the deep dark pit of her depression. On her eighteenth birthday, she had even initiated their first kiss. “You were the light that pulled me out of the darkness. I hope that once

"I can be Spider-Man and Batman? Best day ever!" He turned and bolted up the stairs two at a time, already lost in his own joy, completely unaware of the storm gathering beneath our roof. Alone in the hallway, my fingers drifted to the pendant resting against my collarbone, the one I had worn every single day for ten years. I didn't need to look at it to know the words engraved across its surface. 'Next summer, find me if you can.' I had written that promise for me and Miguel, believing it was the beginning of a love story.

"Finn, I need you to have someone help me with something." … In Summit Academy's kindergarten division, Merida handed Beau the paper bag in class 1B. "Beau, here you go." Beau quickly took the bag and opened it. His eyes immediately reddened. "Why did you choose this particular shirt for me?"

That’s a different kind of pretty entirely. An ethereal beauty that seizes my breath and ignites a protectiveness I didn't think I had, and maybe… claim her all over again. “I didn’t say you were pretty,” she claims, brushing her hair off her flushed face. “But you called me ‘pretty boy,’ didn’t you… Mummy?” I coo, and immediately realize my teasing might’ve backfired—because yeah, my cock just betrayed me with a sudden, hard jerk in my pants. Talk about being auto-sexual.