Novel & Cerita The Summer J Turned Pretty

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!"

I’d rather die than live without her. I shifted and went for a run. A run would take the load off my shoulders, and I didn’t have the courage to have the conversation with Summer. She would kick my ass but I wouldn’t change my mind. I ended up spending hours out there. I smelt a foreign scent and spent more time tracking it. Ultimately, my efforts to locate the foreign scent were fruitless. I decided to return to the cabin when the afternoon sun hung heavy on my head. I found Summer sitting on the porch with her head in her hands and her elbows on her thighs. She wore a short blue dress, and her soft wavy hair blew in the wind. I felt like dick. I left her alone all day.

I frowned at him pretending I didn't know what he was talking about "so what?" He glared at me and then asked. "Why the hell did you ditch me this summer?" I sighed knowing I couldn't lie to him so I decided to be as vague as possible. "I met someone during the summer and I thought it was love. He cared more about his reputation at school so I broke it off." As soon as I finished I heard a snap and I looked up to see the spoon Lucas was holding dropped to the table. It was broken into four different pieces and I winced at the anger in his voice as he asked.

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 man's threats echoed behind me, but I didn't look back. The car door closed, the engine roared. Through the car window, I took one last look at the estate. Lit up, but no longer a home. Ten minutes after the car drove off, the satellite phone rang. I answered. "Miss Moretti," a deep male voice said, "pleasure doing business with you." "Agent," I leaned back in my seat and lit a slender cigarette. "Did you get all the evidence?" "Perfect," he chuckled. "Enough to keep them in jail for twenty years."

Her heart slammed against her ribs. He didn’t wait for a response. Just gave her that same slow smile, turned, and disappeared down the hall. The door clicked shut behind him. Emma flopped back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling again, body thrumming with something dangerous and electric. This summer was going to ruin her. She already knew it.