The Summer J Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

She snuggled her face against my neck "I love you, babe." And this is the finale because you already know what we did that summer. -Fin

At two in the morning, my sister, Paige Boyce, paid men to smash up my barbecue stand. I fought to make them stop, ignoring the embers that scorched blisters into my skin as they landed. It was the first time in my life I'd ever raised my voice at her. "After Mom and Dad died in that plane crash, this stand paid for four years of your college education and helped you become a flight attendant for Golden Crest Airlines," I said. "Are you really going to destroy the only thing keeping us alive?" Something flickered in her eyes, a flash of reluctance, but she steeled herself and scoffed. "I've told you a hundred times to get rid of this dump of a stand, and you never listen. Do you want m

June felt one growing across her face too as blood rushed to her cheeks. “So last night... we actually..” she started, picking at the leftover eggs on her plate. “Yeah.” He answered, his face softening. “Are you okay?” “Yeah. Yeah, I mean, I-I wanted it.” She stuttered out as more blood rushed to her face, causing her to be beet red. “Like I said last night, your first time was supposed to be more..special. So I promise you, June Summerfield, to give you a proper first-time next time.” He said as a half-joke, which earned a small smile from June.

"The smart watch is going to break before the agreement period is even up." "Theo may think he got a new smart watch, but he just got himself a smart pager instead. Poor little thing." … Time passed after that, and soon, it was Theo's summer break. I was just discussing the company's development plans with Austin for the next five years when I suddenly caught sight of the comments once again becoming active. "Damn! I've been paying so much attention to the villains' daily life that I forget we're almost at a crucial point in the main plot!"

” I nearly fall damn over, this is not the same Summer I know. Aaron ~”What you say baby, let's cut his cock off.” Summer ~”I will hold it you can cut it.” Somehow I think she is very serious.

Summer confessed as she wrapped me in a tight embrace, her voice trembling with sentiment. "Hey, don't say things like that. The idea of you even considering such a thing is absurd. You’re the lively and cheerful Summer! What could possibly bring you so low? Let that scum regret losing you!" I retorted sharply, unwilling to let her wallow in despair. "You're right, I am the smart and beautiful Summer Hunley! There's a slew of admirers waiting for me, and I refuse to shed a tear over a jerk who betrayed me!” she declared, planting herself on the couch as she harrumphed defiantly.

My chest tightened a little. June laughed under her breath, but it was humorless. “I was a mess about it. I’d watch him when he came by the house, memorize the stupid way his hair fell into his eyes, the way he talked about books or his music. God, he loved music. I thought—God, I thought he was it for me. Like some ‘Summer I Turned Pretty’ fairytale where the girl finally gets the boy she’s loved forever.”

Plus, if I don’t, the reporters would surely make a fuss out of it,’ she grumbled to herself. Hence, that was the sole reason why Yvette had attended, and she left right after greeting most of the guests. Meanwhile, Jazz had easily spotted Summer in the crowd. He, too, had not expected Summer to look so breath-taking in her red dress. He felt intoxicated by her beauty. He thought as he admired her, ‘Even if she’s not wearing that dress, she’ll look lovely in anything—she is gorgeous after all.” But as he caught sight of her circling her hands around his brother, his smile turned bitter. He drowned his sorrows with glass after glass of alcohol.

I buttoned slowly, pretending I couldn’t hear the banging on the door and Ernesto’s voice underneath JT’s hollering. “Boss, he said he wouldn’t leave,” Ernesto said out loud when JT stopped hitting the door. “I can speak for myself,” JT countered. BANG. BANG. He slammed his fist again against the steel. Summer stepped out of the bathroom, damp hair clinging to her shoulders, my shirt hanging halfway to her knees. “Hey, you.” “Hey,” she whispered. “Aren’t you going to answer?” “No. When he’s tired, he’ll leave.” Her brows furrowed. “He doesn't strike me as someone who gets easily tired. Why don’t you want to see him?”

I force myself to seem strong in the presence of this man. “So do I get to know your name or is that against the rules too?” I ask to distract myself. “Actually it is ,” he says, seemingly disinterested in holding a conversation. “Okaaaay,” I drag it out, “You look like a,” I look him over tapping my finger to my mouth, “Richard, but you know I’ll call you Dick for short because that’s a mouthful.” A dad joke, yes, but a girls gotta do something for entertainment. He gives absolutely no reaction. “No? Don’t like it? Okay fine, hmmm,” I tap my finger to my mouth again contemplating. “This will work better if you don’t talk,” he says. Wow rude.. ”Oh I got it! Jack.” He looks over to me with ju