The Summer I Turned Pretty Wattpad นิยาย & เรื่องราว

I turned to see who had come in. Joseph was tall and handsome, with a deep, thoughtful look in his eyes. He caught everyone's attention the moment he walked in. Then, he gave me a warm and gentle smile. Jealousy flickered in Elliot's eyes as he stood up and said anxiously, "My brother's here. Come on, get up and sit by me!" When I did not move, Elliot came over and grabbed my wrist, saying, "I know you're upset about the ring, but I promised to get you a new one, didn't I? You're carrying my child. Don't be mad, or people will laugh at us!"

“We’ll keep watch, okay? Daddy will come home soon.” But as the minutes stretched into an hour, fatigue settled in. The sun blazed hotter, and the shimmering water looked more inviting. “I just want to dip my feet,” Pretty murmured, edging toward the pool. “Be careful,” Beauty pleaded. “Don’t go close.” Pretty slid off her sandals and dipped her toes, giggling as the coolness washed over her burning skin. “It feels nice…” she said, smiling weakly for the first time all day. But then she leaned forward too far. Her small hands slipped against the wet tiles.

Despite it being midsummer, the pear trees were all in bloom, and the ground was scattered with delicate petals, creating a beautiful, dreamlike atmosphere. When she had first agreed to Mitchell's courtship, it had been during the spring, the season when the pear blossoms were at their fullest. But Heather didn't linger on these memories for long. Her gaze shifted to Mitchell, whose intense stare held her attention. Even though she had already guessed some of what had happened from Vanessa's tears, seeing Mitchell in person still took her by surprise. In just three months, Mitchell had turned into a shadow of himself, his once muscular frame now gaunt and unable to even fill out his suit pro

My little sister sure was impatient. I picked up the glass of milk. "Sure. Go get your books, and we'll study together." The moment she saw me lift the glass to drink, delight spread across her face. "Okay!" she replied before happily skipping back to her room to get her books. The instant she turned and walked out, I quickly switched the positions of the two glasses. The one in my hand was now the milk Suzy had prepared for herself. By the time she returned, I had just finished drinking it.

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.

Now, I was no longer that ugly duckling. I walked to the full-length mirror on the wall and stared back at the lady looking at me. She had no trace of fat, no glasses on, and obviously wasn't one who could easily be bullied again. I ran a pale hand through my straightened hair. Ashton might be playing a game, trying to wriggle his way into my life, but I was no longer that girl from seven years ago. That girl was buried long ago. This was Kara Reed, not Sophia Johnson anymore.

She dropped down to her knees in front of her so they were at the same level, but there was nothing soft about the look on her face. “What gave you the right to do something like this?” Amelia asked, her voice controlled but firm. “Do you even understand what you’ve invited into this place? You are too young to be making decisions like this.” Summer shifted under her gaze, clearly nervous now, and I could see her hands fidgeting slightly. “The Satyre came to me,” Summer said, her voice quieter now. “She said she could help. She said I could see mommy again and she could heal Uncle Cane.”

Whenever Ruby got angry, Summer never dared say much. But now… She had been abandoned. If Frank abandoned her, she could say she had been blind, that she had misjudged him and chosen the wrong person. But what about being abandoned by her own mother? How was she supposed to make sense of that? Summer cried as she shouted into the phone, “You told me to marry Steven. After Steven died, you told me to stay in the Wright family and drive Evan and Stella apart so I could marry Evan!”