Books Like Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

Hell, maybe he could even get his own spinoff. Leah flitted off to work with an extra cinnamon roll, and I was left alone in the apartment. It was still morning yet, so I had time to kill. I elected to curl up on the couch with one of the lycan books Blair sent with me. It was unusual to get a book from Blair that was not old, leather bound, and smelled of dust and aged paper. This one was the most interesting by far because it was a paperback that looked to be written within the past decade or so. It looked too… normal. It had a publishing date and everything.

I walk towards my mini-library I have in my room and I bring out a book, it's been a while since I got lost in one of these fantasies. I take one out, I use my hand to trace the Braille, this was my favourite book. The Princess Diaries, I remember always reading this, I made my father read it to me when I was little as well, I remember Pretty Little Liars, I overheard someone talking about it, and when I joined in their convo, they were talking about the movie, I only read the book, funny how most people don't know that most of these movies and series were based on books, and yes these books are re written in Braille so blind people like myself can also read it.

The air inside felt different. Lena's photographs covered the kitchen wall. She was twelve and obsessed with the camera she had gotten for her birthday, and she photographed everything — the garden, the street, her father coming through the door before he had his jacket off. She was good. Nikolai told her so every time and meant it. Noah was eighteen now. He had gotten tall, direct, opinionated about everything. He still played chess. Still ate his eggs with opinions about how they had been prepared. He came home from school that Tuesday, dropped his bag in the hallway, and went straight to the kitchen.

Another grab for the book and some food, then I crossed my legs and opened my reading books while I ate my sandwich heartily. "Are you reading that ham again?" I felt Wynn's gaze more than I saw him. "It can't be that interesting." But she could only say that because she didn't read anything but mindless teen magazines. "I am learning. Give it a try, it's good for your future. "

A faint smile took its place when she caught sight of a book resting on top of the shelf right behind Blaze. The book was Skulduggery Pleasant, Until the End, the last in the series by Derek Landy. She has been reading Skulduggery Pleasant since she was in middle school. She got hooked on the series ever since she read the first book. “You can take whichever book you like.” Blaze said when he noticed her eyeing the new set of books he recently bought to fill up the remaining spaces on the book shelves. Blaze didn’t have to tell Lilith twice. She readily walked towards the book which piqued her curiosity and picked it off the bookshelf. It was brand new.

I glance at the cover of the book she slid across the counter: a Catherine Bybee novel. “Oh, wow, Mathilda. You’re a fan of Catherine Bybee?” I smile, genuinely impressed as I open the ledger. “It’s refreshing to see a teenager with such classic taste. Most girls your age are glued to their phones, but here you are, diving into a good romance.”

The Little Mermaid popped out at me, as did The Emperor's New Clothes, but I thought maybe a story that people are foolish in public wouldn’t be the best choice. Then I looked around some more and picked up Floca’s Moonshot: The Flight of Apollo 11, Lewis’s The Wolf, the Witch, and the Wardrobe, and Dahl’s Willie Wonka and the Chocolate Factory, and a few others. I paused at the Harry Potter series, but while the girls were old enough, being werewolves, for the story, I knew the sizes of the books would put them off. Next year, I thought. They’d have handled textbooks by then and wouldn’t be so rapidly opposed to books an inch thick or more.

The bedsheet on the bed was wrinkled, indicating someone had slept there. The floors were made out of wood, unlike the other parts of the house. On the wall, there was a small square clock and three blown-out balloons. This made Elsie's brows crease in thought, she scanned the little shelf, there were books by LJ Shen, Colleen Hoover, Ali Hazelwood, Danielle Lori, and so on. "This person must be a great fan of romance," Elsie muttered to herself. There was no sign of her mother's book on the shelf.

Without any further thoughts she jumped off the platform and headed towards her bed; there was an open cupboard there with numerous books. Little Bee’s cheeky hands pulled out a book from there; it was an encyclopedia. She pulled a long face, shoving it back she started to look at the other books kept there. Romantic novels, Shakespeare, comics and many other books were in it. “This is boring…” Little Bee said to herself before her eyes fell on the door beside it. “What’s in there?” Her curious legs pushed open that mysterious door just to get amazed. It was a walk in closet!

I beamed. "Crazy, isn't it?" "Fucking crazy, for real." "First, we put THE DA VINCI CODE by DAN BROWN here." He picked out the book and inserted it in the center line of the shelf. He put HOW TO STOP TIME by MATT HAIG, followed by EVERGREEN by NAOMI HIRAHARA. "Then KISS THE GIRLS by JAMES PATTERSON." He put it next to the first book. "I've read that." I went on in a spur of excitement. "It's a thriller and mystery novel about a detective who's trying to track down a serial killer. So many twists and cliffhangers. Total page-turner." I giggled.