The Summer J Turned Pretty Novels & Stories

The third of July bonfire has been a tradition since childhood. Summer glanced up from the wicker chair she was curled in, looking past me instead of at me. The mention of Jenny's name should have pulled some reaction from her, but no. Nothing. Summer liked Jenny, always had. Well, maybe more like tolerated her. Jenny was a local woman I hooked up with once a year while we were on vacation. Nothing serious, friendly even. Of course, I didn't plan on sleeping with her this trip, not after everything with Summer, but Jenny had hung around our circle since we were teens and to leave her out felt unnecessary.

All it was doing was wearing her out and if she was caught she would have no strength left to fight. Stopping in the center of the road Summer turned around and braced herself. She didn't have any weapons on her and she could only hope that the men didn't either since they were just delivering new goods to her father. "Looks like she gave up." If Summer remembered correctly this man's name was Jeff. "Now don't make this hard for us." As he spoke the other two men came puffing up beside him. Summer remembered them as Cliff and Rich. "About time you gave up." Rich sneered inbetween breaths. "Don't worry we won't treat you badly."

I unfolded the paper with sheer inquisitiveness, it read; 'Tomorrow, at closing period. Three Horns bar... be early.' Was this some kind of date with Salene, the number one beauty in our class? She rarely talks, though remained one of the most discussed topics in class. We all saw and spoke highly of her. She was perfection personified. A Cinderella in a modernized world. "S–sorry, wh–" I looked up and saw her walking at a distance, she didn't even care to explain what the paper was for, though I had my ideas but still...

I’m alive, I’m breathing, and yes, I’m still talking too much because I would actually go insane if I stayed quiet for even a minute. Damon says I could outtalk the Moon itself and he’s probably right, but whatever. Now let’s talk. You know that movie that’s been trending lately..The Summer I Turned Pretty? Cute title, right? Sweet little coming-of-age kind of thing. Well, mine wasn’t like that. Mine was the summer everything changed. And when I say everything, I mean my heart, my life, my entire soul. Damon Thornvale. My man. My Alpha. My absolute headache and the reason I can’t look at another guy without laughing because, hello, how could I, after him?

Henry asked, confused. Summer immediately straightened up. "Maybe it's because I'm good-looking?" She winked at Henry. Henry gave her a look. Summer had only meant it as a joke and was trying to shift the subject when Henry nodded seriously. "That must be it. You're so beautiful, and everyone says so. Even Xena Turner wasn't as pretty as you." Summer blushed. "Grandpa, stop! If you keep complimenting me, my ego will grow out of control!"

“Cut the bullshit. We both know you’re not capable of falling in love. That’s like asking you to climb Everest without oxygen.” Before I can respond, a bright pink G-Wagon rolls up the driveway and stops right in front of us. The door swings open. Summer steps out in a tiny leather skirt and a leopard-print top that barely contains her tits. Her long blonde hair flows down her back as she pulls off her sunglasses. “Babeee!” She squeals, rushing straight at me. She leaps into my arms, wrapping herself around me like a damn vine. “I’ve missed you soooo much!”

Rain ordered with an unusual voice, this time her voice is giving me goosebumps. I look at her and her eyes we're dead, there's no emotion and the look on her face turned into someone who's ready to kill. My attention went back on Camillo, he gulps as he put his gun down and he raised his hands to surrender. "Now, be a good old man and go find some other that has a great amount of bounty than mine," Summer said. Her expression went back to the way it was. Camillo walks away, fuming mad. I look at Summer.

Chapter I: Dominate the Floor June, Japan Ren liked to think adulting is nothing but becoming boring and uneventful. He always watched their neighborhood. Every day, a bakery near their house would open at exactly 6o'clock in the morning; the newspaper every day would be dropped by 7AM by a young man on a bicycle; the man who lived at their house would leave at quarter to 8, always in a hurry. When the sun rose completely, everyone was up and began their brunch routine. It was fascinating at first, how these people do their work cooperatively and skillfully. It was fascinating until it became dull and repetitive. Ren stopped getting up to watch them silly.

Summer was right, family is everything “When the time is right” Tasha just dropped those few words “It seems life isn’t perfect for anyone” summer laughed “It sure isn’t” ***