Ali's Pretty Little Lies นิยาย & เรื่องราว

my mother's head drops as she looks at the ground and says "I am sorry my love but he is not lying, I was the one that owed the money to the mafia, I was the one that had your father whore you out to those men, It was me not your father." To Be Continued....

Alliyah grabbed her clothes and started putting them on when she suddenly looked at me from head to toe. Her forehead wrinkled. "Where did you get thay pyjama?" She asked, looking at my clothes. I looked at myself. I had to lie again. "Oh, this? I got this at the thrift store for a cheaper price." I then forcedly smiled. She nodded her head as if convinced. "I thought they were the ones I saw at the mall with a price of a thousand dollars." She said and went straight on her bed under mine. "Good night."

"What do you want me to do? Kill him? Exile the only person who can keep us from becoming permanent animals?" Elodie didn't flinch. She pressed her hand against his chest, her palm flat against his racing heart. "I want you to be the Alpha. Before there’s nothing left to lead." The girl was sitting by the tunnel entrance, throwing small stones at a dead rat. Malakai watched her from the shadows. She wasn't like the others. She wasn't kneeling. She wasn't crying. She wore a shredded denim jacket and boots held together with duct tape. Her hair was a messy nest of dark curls, and her eyes—sharp, observant—scanned the darkness with zero fear.

“Did I just hear you moan my name, Simone?” I look at him, eyes heavy-lidded with desire. I’d just come undone thinking about him, of course I’d say his name. “Yes, Daddy…” I murmur, biting down hard on my lower lip as I let my knees fall apart, unashamed of the glistening moisture slicking my thighs. “Or should I say Father King? Or Professor King?” I let out a low breath, tracking the dark, dangerous shift in his eyes. “I prefer Daddy though, but I’ll call you whatever gets your hands on me.” ~~~~ Simone Grayson slept with a stranger one reckless night and discovered too late that he was someone off-limits. He turned out to be her professor and was supposedly owned by God.

I smile at him and after a long moment, he smiles back. Jai sets up three mattresses, pressing them all together. I snuggle up to Miles on the lounge, Becca and Finn on the other. Alec sits with his legs drawn on the floor, a packet of salt and vinegar chips in his hand, while Kiarra and Jai are sprawled on the mattress. "Guys, did you hear?" Jai asks us, rolling his head back so that his eyes sweep over us. "Hear what?" Finn asks obnoxiously as he stuffs a handful of popcorn into his mouth.

She’s a petite, slim brunette with earrings are big as her face, but what’s bothersome is the fact that her friendly demeanor is growing more flirtatious and suggestive by the second. Ariana knew very well that jealousy wasn’t a good look on her, yet she can’t stop the acidic, gruesome feeling from pooling in her stomach. She slowly approaches them now, lit expression dimmed to something more impassive. Liam and the girl—Alia, according to her nametag—quiet down when she interrupts their conversation with a calm, “Hey, what did I miss?” Liam points at the pack of turkey slices with a sheepish laugh. “I couldn’t ring this one up myself because the label was misplaced. Took us five tries to ge

I wore a striped dress with flats, applied a bit of lipgloss, and styled my hair into a ponytail, I glanced at my reflection one more time before I exited the room. As I entered the kitchen, I saw Andrew sitting at the breakfast bar with a huge stack of pancakes in front of him. I looked at the lady who was falling over him. She’s Sarah the delivery girl from Amee's diner, she was shamelessly flirting with him, her cleavage almost popping out of her shirt which was never normally undone like that.

Aria's POV After I came home, I saw that Eliza's Facebook alt account had posted another update. In the photo, clothes were seen scattered all over the floor, and a torn stocking lay on the bed. Her caption read, "Ugh, seriously! It's really all my Alpha's fault. He always tears my stockings! Now I have to buy new ones…" In the comments, her followers screamed and gushed about how enviable their love was. I chuckled self-deprecatingly and liked her post.

Title: The Lie Genre: Romantic Fiction Plot Idea: Aurora "Rory" Thompson, a successful event planner, falls for her client, Julian Blackwood, a charming and wealthy businessman. As their relationship deepens, Rory discovers a shocking secret: Julian's entire identity is a fabrication. Torn between her love for him and her outrage at his deception, Rory must navigate the complex web of lies and uncover the truth about Julian's past. Chapter 1 Aurora "Rory" Thompson stared at the sleek, black business card on her desk. Julian Blackwood, CEO of Blackwood Enterprises. She had never heard of him or his company, but the hefty retainer f*e he offered to plan his charity gala was too enticing to res

And that's why I followed him. It was my sick need to make him have that fever for me again. I wanted to renew it. That way, he wouldn't smile and kiss other females on the cheek. He'd only be focused on thinking about me. Again, it's insane. I'm insane. I know that. I'd help it if I could. But I can't. And honestly, I don't regret following him into that restroom. Because what happened between us in there made it worth it. “I lied to him though,” Aaliyah continued more quietly now. There was a note of melancholy in her voice. “I lied about my age. I told him I was twenty-five.”