Halloween Train Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

"Good evening, Mr." "Call me Harris," he said with a courteous smile that didn't meet his eyes. They walked down the grand hall together. "I won't take much of your time," Harris said. "Please," she moved gracefully into the sitting room, "what is it?" He sat facing her, unzipping a tiny notebook. "I just have a few clarifications. You were detained on the estate on Halloween night at the gala, correct?" "Correct," Lily smiled innocently. "The staff confirm this. But there is a small. discrepancy."

OSTARA’S POV The week passed like a soft blur. The Halloween flavor competition had taken over Harvest Bloom. Someone had drawn a scoreboard on the break room wall. Every morning, new sticky notes appeared with flavor names that ranged from brilliant to borderline absurd. “Caramel Blood Moon.” “Pumpkin Praline Panic.” “Ghoulberry Crunch.” By Thursday, Sabrina’s absence still felt strange, but the team’s excitement had a way of filling the gaps she’d left.

The living room, kitchen, laundry room and bed room. The four places we would be fucking. We also got a leash with the name LILY on it. It was close to her name, Lilian. We also got a whistle and some dog halloween costume to make it more realistic. “Wow, we actually pulled everything off.” “Yeah, i am so excited. She should be here in about thirty minutes.” “Okay, in the meantime we can d******d some styles we want to tey out with her.” “Let me go get my laptop.”

We shuffled out, heads down like expelled students; Haley kept laughing and whispering, “This is iconic.” “I can never show my face here again,” Jasmine muttered beside me. Behind us, Stanley yelled, “AND DON’T COME BACK!” Haley clapped. “Five stars. Best Pre-Halloween ever.”

Jaxon stared at the candles, unmoving. “Make a wish,” Lilith whispered brightly. Jaxon didn’t respond immediately. Xavier leaned slightly toward him. “Go on.” After a second, Jaxon blew out the candles. Everyone clapped. Lilith smiled, but Xavier’s gaze drifted. He was seeing something else entirely. The cake in the garden. The mango slices. Aurora’s face. The mango slices on the cake. Her saying, “That sweet lady is dead.” Something didn’t add up.

"The Asylum of Horrors! This is going to be the bomb! Ariel Davidson, let's go for this!" My best friend, Chelsea Higgins, pointed to a dark, eerie-looking building in the distance inside the amusement park, her eyes shining in excitement. I hesitated as I glanced at the building, instinctively feeling a little awkward about it. I had never liked haunted houses or other scary, bumpy rides. More importantly, I had also felt increasingly uneasy about always being the third wheel on dates with her ever since she got herself a boyfriend, Ivan Benton.

Tahlia was leaning by the front door already, chewing aggressively on a bar of distraction. She swung the door open. “Say hi to your mom and Liz.” “Oh, and Anthony too.” I nodded. “I will.” I still hadn’t processed the whole ‘Mom throwing Anthony out’ situation, so I didn't spill the tea. This visit would either clear things up or make it worse. The nearest train to Harlem was packed, and through half the ride a sticky little kid in Spider Man sneakers kept smearing chocolate across my face every time he laughed. I laughed it off, wiping it each time because of my weakness for children, but by the time we got to 125th, my face looked like an abstract painting.

Just then the door opened to Max, Enzo and Zee. "Sleeping"? Zee said, looking at him. "Poor boy". Max looked at him and took his seat. "What now"? Enzo asked and I looked at them. "They are going to pay". I said and they all nodded. My baby had to suffer because of Adam Millar. I will make sure to turn his life into Hell. ******* Tabby

I was starting to think Nikolai trained his people specifically for that. I turned to the trolley. The smell hit me before I even lifted the cover. Something warm, something that made my stomach pull toward it with an urgency that embarrassed me. I couldn't remember the last time I had eaten properly. Yesterday maybe, of the day before. I lifted the cover and looked. It was a proper food. A full meal, plated neatly, still steaming. Beside it was a smaller portion that was clearly meant for Noah. I frowned. I didn't know what to do with this. Nikolai feeding us properly felt like a trap and I couldn't figure out the shape of it. Was this him trying to look reasonable? Was this being kind? Or

A small desk with crayons. Mia ran in. Hugged one doll. Then looked at Houston. "Thank you " she whispered. Houstons throat moved. He could not speak. Last door. "Noah " Houston said. This room had trains. A small tent, in the corner. A night light shaped like a moon. Noah woke up rubbed his eyes and smiled at the moon. "It is pretty " he said. Then he ran to Houston. Grabbed his pant leg. "Can you turn it on?"