How Old Is Aria On Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

A middle aged woman stood behind her, with pretty, blonde hair and bright blue eyes. She wasn't dressed like typical women of Kai's pack. She was dressed like she was ready to go to war. But she didn't look harmful. “Hello Ary.” She smiled at Aria who froze for three seconds, taking in the details. “It's been a while.” She continued. “I thought I'd never see you again.” “Wh.. at?” Aria stuttered. “You don't look like someone I know.” “You were too little to recognize me, child.”

This was a sickness so deep, so twisted, that I couldn't comprehend how someone could function like this while appearing normal to the outside world. A journal sat on a desk, and with trembling hands, I opened it. August 15, 2010. Aria turns nine today. She wore a blue dress with white flowers. She smiled fourteen times during her party. She's the most beautiful thing I've ever seen. One day, she'll understand. One day, she'll be mine. The entry was in Luca's handwriting. He would have been seventeen years old.

"I'm sure she can find a mate if she stops acting like an idiot." Lydia's face twisted in an instant, her sweet scent curdling into a sour, metallic tang. "Aria! What the hell is that supposed to mean?!" David's face flushed a furious, ugly red, his posture swelling in outrage. "Aria! How dare you?!" Aria merely shrugged, her tone casual and unbothered. "David, why are you getting so worked up anyway? It's not like she's your own blood." Lydia was Gina's love child from a previous relationship—something this family tried to sweep under the rug.

She makes her way over, her friend trailing behind. “Well, well, well.” She looks between Jack and me, smirking. “Raven. What are you doing here?” “Who is she?” Jack asks. “My annoying soon-to-be stepsister.” I step back from him, putting distance between us. “What are you doing here, Aria? You’re not even old enough to be in a place like this.” “Neither are you, technically.” She pulls out an ID and waves it. “Fake ID. See? Gina Horne, age twenty-six. Pretty good, right?”

_ Aria gasped. Her body stiffened in my arms, and then she went perfectly still. Too still. Her silver eyes, so like mine and Darius’s, opened wide. 12 years old. Not afraid. Curious. Like she was listening to a lullaby she’d heard before. Moon blood. “Cover her ears,” Elias snapped, stepping forward. Kade was already moving, putting himself between Aria and the pit. I didn’t. I couldn’t. Because my daughter wasn’t scared.

~Aria’s POV~ I never thought coming back home after that disastrous breakup would feel like stepping into a powder keg. My name's Aria, and at twenty-one, fresh out of my first year of college, I was a mess. Jake my now ex-boyfriend had cheated on me with half the sorority, leaving me shattered and questioning everything. So, when Mom suggested I crash at the house for the summer to 'regroup,' I didn't argue. Little did I know, the real storm was brewing right under our roof.

Sophia occupied the bed, propped against pillows with an IV line trailing from her arm to a nearby stand, appearing washed out but composed while her mother sat close by leafing through a magazine. She looked up as we stepped in, registering mild curiosity when her eyes settled on me lingering tense behind Damien. "Aria, you're here too?" she remarked casually, folding the magazine shut with a faint smile, as if our arrival was simply an unexpected but pleasant drop-in. Damien moved forward without hesitation, his voice calm and to the point. "Aria filed for divorce because she thinks I'm cheating on her with you. So please, Soph tell her the truth now." Sophia's eyebrows lifted slightly, he

I smiled at him to let him know it was okay. Suddenly more children appeared and before long, I had a small group of six kids surrounding me, their faces filled with so much excitement over just meeting me. Myra went through and introduced them all to me one-by-one. The eldest in the group was nine, the youngest was six. Myra mentioned there were more around somewhere and that they would probably be disappointed to find out later they hadn't gotten the chance to meet me personally. "Umm, Miss Aria?" a little girl named Lily spoke up.

Or she did probably be dead due to the embarrassment. Her wolf, Aria, would protest every time Serena made her give back control and changed back to her human form. Her bare feet padded across the soft fur carpet as she walked in to her bathroom. Looking back at her in the mirror was a familiar face with hazel eyes embedded in a fair skinned, raven haired young lady. One week from now and she will be counting 21 years of her life.

If she could, she would have landed a tight slap on Aria’s face, that was all about her hard gaze to Aria. “ Aria, you got to be serious with your life! Today might be another chance for you to find your mate! You are twenty three years old, for heaven sake!” Sage lashed out, and I just stayed quiet watching the drama going on. “ Well, I think I want to be like you. You haven’t found you mate and it doesn’t look like a big deal to you.” Aria softly spoke as she fought the urge to roll her eyes at Sage. “ Jezz.. you can’t be like me! I want to be something else, beside you don’t have magic!” she yelled. So much fun watching two sisters arguing.