Novel & Cerita Courtney Dilaurentis

Dale Ravencrest. His jaw clenches at the thought of it. He'd underestimated Dale but he won't make that mistake twice. "The Harrington gala started an hour ago." Dianna checks her watch, breaking the tense silence. "Dale's wife is there under her Elizabeth Sinclair identity." "Her team's small tonight." Dianna continues the briefing. "Just two bodyguards, both focused on perimeter threats. They won't expect an approach from inside the gala itself." Kieran doesn’t say anything. Since the estate raid, Kieran knows exactly what Aria Taylor means to Dale.

“I can't just stay silent.” The car stopped in the courtyard of the house. Delila stepped out, then went inside without saying much. She passed through the quiet living room and stopped near the large window overlooking the garden. At that moment, night had fully fallen. The sky was dark and starless. Delila took her phone out of her bag. She scrolled through the contacts and tapped one named Troy Joseph Harrington. The call connected quickly. After a brief greeting tone, a crisp, professional voice spoke to Delila.

“Sorry that I didn’t tell you but I didn’t go to Hank’s wedding, at the last moment they said I don’t know the bride wanted a private wedding.” I said and she sat down on the couch staring at Lucas. With his tattoos and stature, he looked like a mafia lord, no one would ever believe he works for the CIA. “Yeah, not the thing I am confused about.” She says as she extends her hand, “I am Danika, you are?” “I am Lucas, I used to work with your boyfriend a few years ago.” He says, completely shifting the subject, also assuring her that if he knows Jake, then he is probably not bad news.

"What's so special about you that has everyone talking and putting such a high price on you?" "I thought I told you to mind your own business," a woman comes from behind him. My eyes are still fuzzy making it hard for me to see too far. Kane moves out of the way to reveal a lady in her late twenties. She has long mousy brown hair and is tall and thin.

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.

Not only that, the woman had offered to handle the entire process even if it escalated to court, refusing to charge me a single dollar upfront. It felt weird…almost suspicious. At first, I thought it was a pity. Now, sitting here with the papers in my hands, I wondered if even a complete stranger could see how badly I needed an escape. “You're here for Mr. Laurent too?” My head lifted at the feminine voice beside me. Another secretary, really? A tall brunette stood there holding a stack of documents against her chest, her eyes flickering briefly toward Hayes’ office before returning to me knowingly. I forced a smile.