Novel & Cerita Halloween Train Pretty Little Liars

Sometimes, when her dad wasn’t on shift, she’d read the letters at the kitchen table while he made pancakes and said nothing, just handed her tissues over his shoulder. Once, he said, “It’s a good kind of love, Harper. I can see that.” She’d smiled. But her chest still hurt. By Halloween, the cold had settled in deep. The halls were decorated in fake cobwebs, students dressed up in wild and ridiculous costumes, and Harper wore a black cat headband that Mia insisted was “the right kind of sexy-nerdy.” She still didn’t love the spotlight, but she had learned

It is a black market for the supernatural, it only visible to those who bleed at the entrance, it is hidden inside a old underground train station. I climbed onto my bike, I loved the way it roared to live, I stopped at the entrance if the tunnel leading to the underground abandoned train station, turned my jacket in to hide my pack name, I read out the spell that Lina gave me to hide my identity and to hide my scent,and a list appeared in my hand after I hidden my identity.

She radiated a terrifying presence. However, there was a problem. Eliza, a famous ghost from the fog-shrouded city of Blackmoor, already dominated the long-haired ghoul archetype. Viewers would automatically compare this ghost to Eliza and dismiss her as ordinary, leaving her perpetually at the bottom of the NPC popularity rankings.

Mandy Zimmer and Lilian Yates looked over simultaneously. Mandy lightly nodded. She knew Harvey York was coming. Lilian felt instantly sluggish before she screamed at Harvey. “You little bastard! How dare you come back here?! You…” “Don’t you want the Honey Pill?” replied Harvey calmly. Lilian was instantly stunned after hearing Harvey’s words. “Stop pretending, Harvey! “Mandy told me the Hunt family saved the old lady! “What’s the point of the Honey Pill now?!

“We would like Miss Ellie Parkinson, a student of Brent High, to come with us. This is in regards to the investigation of the unfortunate murders of Miss Emily Parkinson and Mr. Broderick Barnes that occurred on the fifth of March. “Excuse me sir, but I think you got the wrong person here. My daughter just coincidentally goes to the same school as those pupils did, she hasn't got a clue about that case no more than me or other members of my family,” “Sorry Mr. Parkinson, but we are here on official orders, and after investigating quite a great deal about the case. Therefore, we need your sincere co-operation, if your daughter is indeed innocent and clueless about the case, then rest assured,

"Christmas is always the usual costume. Santa on white beards, black huge belt, red coat and a red hat. Halloween is the real deal. You get to see the pumpkin head, the resurrection of Frankenstein and the dolls coming back to life. You even get to see witches flying on top of a broom while being chased by werewolves." "Who told you all of this?" "My teacher!" "What grade are you in, young lady?" "Sixth grade," the little girl replied. "Are you traveling alone?" She spoke directly to the little girl, looking deep into her eyes. She could discover that she was even more beautiful when one looked into her incredible little sapphire eyes, in fact they looked more like white diamonds. "I wasn't

Rosalind You know how I said that this train reminds me of the one in Harry Potter? Well, their similarities just keep on piling up. As we sat in silence, a cart full of sweets and treats made its way over to us. But get this—instead of a friendly old woman pushing the cart, it was a handsome young man instead. I called him over because I wanted to buy some of his treats. He stopped in front of our seats and gave us a friendly smile. His cheek dimples became more evident when he smiled, and I had the urge to coo at him. He's so cute!

They will be throwing a Halloween party in the school Gym tonight, but I feel like things could just keep getting weirder and weirder if I go, so Ashe and I are going to watch horror movies and gorge ourselves on popcorn and candy. We go straight from the bus stop to Ashe’s house. (Jane and Patrick already know the plan, so they won’t expect me home until curfew. Ashe’s mom, Melina, is in the kitchen when we get in and she calls out to her husband, Logan, who comes out of his home office to join us in the living room. She brings us a plate of oatmeal cookies with chocolate chunks and dried cherries. She made my favorites! Her cookies are the best! We all sit on the sofas and Ashe's father st

They’d been total cuties, too. “Hey, happy Halloween, you guys,” I called, unable to help myself when I snidely added, “Don’t choke on a Kit Kat and die or anything.” They didn’t even bother to turn around as they flipped me off over their shoulders. Yep, I’d totally called it. Assholes in training. “Well, bless their hearts,” I murmured, turning away and starting back up the sidewalk.

"Old subway lines. Sub-level 9. No rats. No wolves. Only ghosts. If you can survive the ghosts, you can survive the war." "Ghosts?" Grog whimpered. "Grog does not like ghosts." "We'll take it," Olivia said. She signaled Marcus to pick Jack up. As they moved toward the dark tunnel, leaving the relative safety of the workshop, Hailey paused. She looked at the Tinker, then reached into her pocket. She pulled out a Snickers bar. It was squashed and melted. "Um," Hailey said. "Thanks for not killing him." She put the candy bar on the table next to the diamond necklace.