Courtney Dilaurentis Novels & Stories

I don’t mind waiting for Carlo even if it takes another ten years, or even if it takes forever… “Hi again, dear Angela.” My train of thoughts was put to a halt when the door of the library opened, revealing Miss Courtney who’s wearing a pink halter dress paired with a 5-inch stiletto. Sometimes I wonder if Miss Courtney is really a department head or a fashion enthusiast. “Miss Courtney” I rose from the wooden chair I was currently sitting on. Miss Courtney walked straight to the shelves, moving her hips exaggeratingly like she’s walking on a runway. “Well, I just came here to borrow some books and also to know if Amanda and Hailey are disturbing you again.”

Elara walked down the hallway of the floor, her mind still spinning from the talk with Sin. 'Who on earth could this mystery girl be?.. she thought, letting out a sigh. 'One thing is certain when it comes to love, the Vane men are all completely, dangerously unhinged.' She reached the door of Killian’s office. Without bothering to knock, she pushed the door open and stepped inside. And instantly froze. There, sitting right in the middle of Killian’s lap with her arms draped intimately around his neck, was Courtney.

Li-lah stared at her phone for a very long time. She'd promise herself not to involve anyo else in her plans and be was the last person she wanted to get involved in this but she had vowed to do anything to get her revenge and she was going to stick to her guns no matter what, she dialled up the number and waited. 'Hello?' 'Hello-' she paused again, weighing up her options. This wasn't going to be easy. "Hello? This is Delilah Sanchez."

“Well, make that a few.” But was one of them the murdered woman? Diana peeked into the fridge. Half-soured milk and green fuzzy cheese. She wrinkled her nose and shut the door. Ransacking the drawers, she found nothing. “Computer back here. You want to hack into his email?” Caleb shouted. Diana bolted for the sound of his voice and found him hunched over the keyboard, Windows starting up on the screen. He moved out of the chair to let her sit down.

Instead shouldering my backpack and taking Dyl's outstretched hand. The scene was what I'd imagine a military's base would look like. Couches flipped, tables moved, men with fire arms cocked, hiding behind walls and furniture. Dyl tugs me close to him, shielding me from everyone and leading me to the room door. Once we reach the passage way her lets me go, taking me hand in his. "We've got to move fast Andrea,' he says, "Do you trust me?" I nod, too scared to speak. We take off running, Dyl dragging me behind him. I can still hear the gun shots even as we get fighter down the hall. It's a wander no other patrons have come out.

She looked so young, I didn’t even figure that she was engaged much more married. “its nice to finally meet you Camila, I apologize for missing your engagement party, I had business in Africa” he said shaking my hand. “uh..yeah,..its fine” I stuttered, giving Kylie a murderous glare. “OK, I need you to pick out a gown for Camila’ She said, then turned to me “he’s a fashion designer”.Jason walked off and I glared at Kylie. “did you forget to tell me that you were married?” I whisper yelled at her.

Melissa what are you doing in there, I heard the princess Luciana calling out to me and I immediately swam out of the room. "Am sorry my princess I'm just arranging the room" I said to her and she rolled her eyes sitting down and ordering me to fix her hair. My name is Melissa and I'm a blued tail mermaid slave. I work in the palace as the princess Luciana's maid. I was taken in as a palace slave when my mother committed a crime. She fell in love with a human and got pregnant for the human an act which is a crime in Atlantica.

Two months passed and the day of trial finally arrived. Delilah appeared in court with Fiona and Theodore by her side, Theodore by her left and Fiona by her right. They were a bit early seeing that the courtroom was partially empty and Dimitri was no where to be seen. Delilah studied the room and only one person was familiar enough to catch Delilah's eye. It was Arielle, she flamboyantly dressed in a red silky gown with matching red shoes. Her lipstick brightly complimented her choice of outfit, she looked stunned but to Delilah she was an eyesore of red.

I said. “I’ve heard about you,” another of them said, pointing at me, “Cato Loren. The so-called top dog at Manson high school, huh?” “So you’re the one the girls obsess over? Your reputation procedes you, Cato,” Jackson said, stepping closer to us, “This your friend?” “My cousin.” “Oh, how cute,” Jackson jeered, “Mind if we borrow him for a minute or two?” “Look, we didn’t mean to bother you,” I said, “We’ll be on our way.”

Luis said to her and led her to his room. Luis turned on his laptop and quickly went into his email. He opened the mail. Sheila Williams, 25 years, caucasian, North Africa, Western Sahara. Luis went through all the other details of the lady. His eyes widened "This can't be," Luis said and Lily looked at him questioningly. "She's been dead for 10 years now. We need to speak with Nora?" he said. "Why?" Lily asked "She is related to Nora," Luis said and Lily gasped.