Pll Alison Novels & Stories

Jocelyn’s POV Now all those drills over the last four days finally made sense. The endless hours spent researching each girl. Memorising names, backgrounds, family trees. But there was one girl we had nothing on. Allison. As if reading my mind, Jackson’s attention locked onto her. “You’re the only one who sent us nothing,” he said evenly. “There is no trace of you on any official record. But last night I finally managed to uncover your full name.” His gaze sharpened. “‘Allison Rose Everwood.’”

ALISON is humming happily in the Ripley manor master’s bedroom while scrolling on her phone. She was elated after Latton failed to remove her from the COO position. She stopped bothering her and Albert. “That bitch finally understood that she could never win against me. Once a loser, always a loser.” She mutters to herself. Soon, the bathroom door opens, and Albert emerges wearing a robe while holding another towel to dry his hair. He saw the gleeful smile on Alison’s face, and he felt happy but concerned that she might have done something to retaliate against Latton.

Leio checked his watch again. "Are you worried Cindy's getting impatient?" Zion teased. "Has Leio Rivera finally fallen for someone?" "Shut up. That girl is just amazing in b—!" His words were cut off when there was a small commotion. "Really?!" They all turned to see Allison, excited and in disbelief. "I won? I won?" "Yes, Ally. I told you not to be so negative," Ms. Pam said. "And guess what? You won the fully furnished one!"

Allison's grip tightened on the doorframe as she clutched it for support. Her heart sank as she saw a woman on top of her husband on their matrimonial bed. She broke down in a cold sweat. “Babe! Why don't you just divorce her now? I mean you already have what you need from her.” She heard the familiar voice. It was Bella, her half-sister, whom she loved and cherished. Allison couldn't move or make any sound, tears gushed down her cheeks, her chest tightened and her legs went weak. Everything seemed like she was dreaming. She pinched herself to see if she was gonna feel any pain.

“Alison was only a mistress to the King and it is also no secret that Alpha Djurek was not the only noble person she was associated with. Her father purposely raised her to be a concubine to powerful men just so they would get leverage to rise to power. Until the truth is figured out, we shall not call the child in her belly a fruit of the Alpha.” The nuns from the temple nodded in agreement and in the next instant Jackson through a heavy kick into the middle of the door sending it open with a loud swing. “Everyone freeze, your hands in air, your weapons down.” Jackson's voice resounded bouncing off the walls of the room. Allison was huddled up in a corner, her maid surrounding her. “Please

Alison announced with her phone outstretched and gesturing Arya to input her digits. “Alright thanks, see you around” she finished with a wave and left, leaving everyone else around envious. Of course who wouldn’t be? Alison was a big top actress thanks to her mother’s meticulous scheme, which no one knew about, she was able to hit the peak of her career in a few years. On the outside she’s the dream of every upcoming actress but she didn’t make it easy for them to communicate with her. But here comes this newbie and she walks up to initiate the conversation herself?

I told him. "What do you mean? I saw Alison's body with my own eyes the doctor said she's dead that she died of a heart attack during the night." I shake my head, "No, Oliver arranged everything he asked one of you maids at that time to drug Alison and he paid the doctor to say she's dead," I told him as I saw his face go from confused to shock. "Where is Alison now?" Patrick asked me. "She's, she... Umm, she passed away giving birth to me," I told him looking at my lap.

"Mrs. Cole, do you know my mother?" Alison looked bewildered. "No, I don't. Why?" "Oh, it's nothing." Sheila chuckled, thinking she was overthinking it. Alison was a high-society lady, a famous ballerina who'd lived in France for years. Her mother was just an ordinary woman. How could they possibly know each other? Sheila chatted with Nicole for a while longer. Then, she saw Sebastian and Killian enter from outside, and she remembered the male lead for the new project.

If worse comes to worse, I will be the one doing the rejection this time. Magnus forced a chuckle with a frown on his face. “Uhmm…yeah…” he furrowed his brow, “She is my…” “Where is the boy? Your son?” She turned to me. “Oh where are my manners, Luna cassia, I am Alison. It’s amazing to finally meet you. My son is outside in the taxi.” “Okay. You two have fun, I have stuff to do inside. If you will excuse me.” “Is she angry with me?” I picked up her voice as I walked away.

he prompted, his voice dripping with desire. Alison's body trembled, her moans growing more intense. "I'll...make sure...he pays...for what...he did..." she whispered, her voice cracking with pleasure. “H…is mum did the most, first she made sure I went to jail for no offence… ahhh” Travis chuckled at her expression, loving the fact that he was successfully sending waves of electricity through her veins. Just then, Alison's phone rang, interrupting She hissed angrily, her eyes snapping open.