The Summer J Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

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?”

Summer practically squeals. “Wait! Don’t start without us!” Fati yells as she and JoJo walk into the room behind Summer. “I can’t start yet anyway—I’ve got to get Jared on the call too,” Summer says, tapping at her phone excitedly. “Mirror it to that big-ass TV,” Fati demands. “I wanna see their faces when we tell them!” “You enjoy people’s pain way too much,” JoJo mutters. “It’s not pain. They won’t be in pain. Just… deeply uncomfortable. Maybe a little disgusted. And a whole lot of embarrassed.” Fati cackles as Summer waits for Jared to pick up.

Summer squeezed her throat and called out delicately, "Mr. Winter…I need to discuss something with you…" Joe looked at her like a ghost, shaking the goosebumps on his body. "Hello, Summer, can you be normal?" "I'm normal, Mr. Winter…" Summer was smiling, extraordinarily gentle, and well-behaved. "You are so wise and powerful, you can predict the future, see the situation clearly, you really have an exquisite heart…" Joe could not take it anymore. 'Summer is usually like a tigress. How can she be so delicate?' It was not like her at all!

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!"

If we were alone, I’d cover her entire body with peanut butter, taking my time licking it off. I pumped it inside for a few seconds, careful to ensure Britney couldn’t see what we were doing. After she’d licked it clean, she rose onto her tiptoes, giving me a light kiss. “Ew,” Britney said from behind us. We both laughed and Summer stuck her head around my arm. “Eat your late lunch.” “I need milk.” “That’s right. I guess Julian doesn’t make your sammies like Mommy does.” Summer’s tone held a hint of giddiness. I pointed my finger at her.

When my assistant, Celeste Trevelyan, messaged me, I was crouched by the construction site, studying the blueprints. 'Ms. Cladwell, the tender results are out. Jenna got the Cirrus Project. Mr. Cladwell personally went on stage to back her, and Mr. Grant was there too. She stole the spotlight completely. Mr. Cladwell even said Jenna is the backbone of Cladwell Co.'s future.' I gave a quiet hum, not even lifting my head. It was exactly what I expected. 'Also…' Celeste hesitated for a moment. 'The company group chat has exploded.'

The New York skyline stretched before me, the sunset painting the entire city gold. "Donna," Marco asked from behind me, "what's next for us..." "Rebuilding." My voice was soft. "We'll make the Moretti family what it's supposed to be." My phone suddenly rang. It was Alessandro calling from Sicily. "Principessa, the grapes at the estate are ripe." The old butler still called me that, as if Father had never left. His voice was filled with laughter. "This year's harvest will be good." "I know," I smiled. "I'll be back next week to take a look."

When she turned, he was already striding toward her, graceful and dangerous. "Interesting choice of outfit for a visit to your Alpha," he said, eyes sweeping over her with unapologetic intensity. "No bra... and jeans?" Elara’s breath hitched. "I—I wanted to look nice. For you. Both of you." The Alpha tsked, shaking his head slowly. "Nice, yes. But jeans, Elara? Do you even realize what you’re doing?" Elara’s face flushed, shame and desire battling inside her. "I can take them off, Alpha... if you prefer."

"O-Of course. We're friends." Satisfied with my response, Bethany finally let go of my arm and followed me inside. I opened the door, but the office was pitch-black. "Dad, these are the friends I mentioned, the ones coming to work here for the summer," I said cautiously. Before I could introduce them, they pushed past me and crowded into the room. "Hello, Mr. Parker. We're here for the summer jobs. May I know what the pay is like? Is ten thousand dollars a month okay? Oh, and I'm not really into factory work. Can I get an office job instead?"

A smile crossed her lips, the details flowing and coming together in her head. “And what about timing? Before or after baby?” “Oh, this summer, for sure. If I could make that happen, call everyone home, get all our friends and Jacob’s family over here… Ugh! That would be absolute perfection!” The dreamy look on Jessie’s face was almost too much and Aiden couldn’t keep it a secret any longer. She looked between Jessie and Jacob then. “Both of you on the same page with this? For real, real?” When they both exchanged a look and nodded, Aiden couldn’t help the grin that crossed her lips. “Well then. Consider it done.”