Ali's Pretty Little Lies Novels & Stories

79 LUCIEN’S POV “Angelou!” Came Alpha Grayson’s sharp warning, and Angelou took in deep, shaky breaths, wiping her tears furiously. “Shall we?” Alpha Grayson pointed towards the door, and I moved past them to unlock it. Although, Alpha Grayson kept up a tough face, I knew he was breaking within. He, just like Angelou, obsessed over Monica. She was beautiful, smart, graceful and above all, she was their daughter—The daughter they both loved with all their hearts.

Aliyah agreed on Rizine's lies. Since Aliyah wanted to make sure that Rizine would gonna do the deal that they made. Since Rizine and Aliyah talked about it, and Rizine agreed that she would leave the pack as soon as possible. Aliyah just agreed on Rizine, because she knows that she is only making up some lies. Because if they didn't lie to Milan and Kilan, they would surely not agree about what they talked about. Aliyah knows that it is better to lie to them right now. Because telling them the truth would make everything worse. Since Rizine and Aliyah already talked about it and they already have a deal.

She paused slightly for dramatic effect still not looking at the old man in case he would be able to read from her expressions that she was being dishonest. "Well, Ben," she paused "From the first time I saw him I fell for his charm, I could tell that there was more to him than met the eyes, he's a good man. I couldn't imagine being around someone else when I'm with him." Aliyah lied through her teeth and she could feel the cringe of her words. She said that with so much poise and emotion that her little act was deserving of an Oscar nomination. What she said about falling for his charm and all, None of it was true, at least not as she remembered. It was the exact opposite, though it wasn't

--- A Desperate Plan The air in the motel was thick with cigarette smoke and cheap cologne. A clerk with a bored look sat behind the front desk, barely looking up when they entered. Lena slid some bills across the counter. "Room." The clerk's eyebrow went up. "You have a preference? Lena's heart was racing. "One away from the street." He breathed a sigh and pulled out a key. "Room 212." Noah took it, and they hurried upstairs. Inside, the room was exactly what Lena had expected—dark, dingy, and barely clean.

I kiss little Ali's toes and she giggles at me. “Wow… that’s her first giggles today! She cries a lot in these past few days” Rosa says. “Is that true mama bear…” I say as I play with little Ali’s nose. “Hahahaha…” Little Ali laughs so hard. “Jeez… see!” I say. Everyone in this room laughs because of little Alison, she makes everyone’s day. “I love her eyes… it’s so pretty” I say as I keep kissing Alison's cheek. “Yeah… hope she turns gay as her aunty so no boys in my house” Rosa says as she giggles at me. “W…what did you say?” My mom says in stutters.

“Or I’ll bury your precious Nylo alive.” I froze. Her words didn’t register at first. It took a second to sink into my skin like a blade. But when it did— Nylo went still on my shoulder. I stood up slowly. “Say that again.” Alia stood too, a sick smile curving her lips. “You heard me. He’s small. Easy to crush. No one would even know it was me.” “You touch him,” I growled, “and I will rip your perfect little throat out with my teeth.”

“What is it?” “You and I both share a feeling we might never get reciprocated…” “What do you mean?” Agatha asked, confused. “I did— or still doing something bad.” I confessed vaguely. Agatha narrowed her eyes. “Liam.” She stressed. Then she continued, “I already know what you want to say,” she said sharply. “The girl who had been parading Kol around like the ‘sick’ alpha, that’s not Aria. Suddenly she changes her perfume, her voice, the way she walks? She’s not even trying that hard to hide it.”

Zoey was leaning against him, her leg in a cast. Flashing me a triumphant smirk, she said, "Ms. Jones, you're finally here. Come, have a seat. "My foot's injured, so I can't drink. Poor Mr. Grant had to drink for me instead." She was wearing a custom-made gown, with a string of pale pink pearls adorning her neck. I recognized that dress—it was one I'd once seen in a photo on Julian's phone. Back then, I foolishly thought he was planning it as a birthday gift for me. Looking back now, I doubt he even remembered today was my birthday.

The room went dead silent. The smile froze on Lily's face. She stared at her mother. "What did you just say?" Alice lifted her head, eyes wet. "Lily. I'm sorry. I never meant to lie to you. I didn't win the lottery. I'm not rich. I'm just the cook for Ms. Wolfe. That's all I am." "The dresses you wore. The Maybach. The necklace. I borrowed all of it from her. This estate isn't mine. It was never your birthday present."

"Helena, your daughter died such a miserable death. "That day? Blake was with me, completely lost in it. I saw your call. "But I hung up. Then I turned off my phone. Are you angry?" The next second, her wrist tilted. Hot coffee splashed out, spilling directly over the portrait. Lily's smiling face blurred instantly. "Oh no, my hand slipped." Victoria covered her mouth in mock surprise, her eyes filled with malicious delight. The last thread of my restraint snapped. "You're just itching to die."