Pll Alison Novels & Stories

I take a deep breath to steady myself and to prevent the girls from knowing anything. My jaw dropped as Alison emerged from the changing room wearing a maroon trumpet-shaped dress with a sweetheart neckline and straps hanging loosely on her upper arm. “Damn girl!! You look so gorgeous,” I say mooning over Alison’s dress, “This is so perfect for the dance,” Ashley says scanning Alison’s outfit, “We just have to find the right jewelry and shoes to go with it.”

Allison said and hung up immediately. "What's his business....this is perfect with my new white shoe" Allison smiled as she looked at the flower crested peach coloured gown. "I'm gon rock this date" She said in a song tone as she dropped the dress and danced into the bathroom To Be Continued

I smiled at her before bringing my attention back to Presley and telling her to continue. “It’s important. Remember the senior editor I told you about?” “Presley—” “Turns out she works for the company that Pablo bought, and as it is, she is his lover.” “And how does that help us get to him again?” “Well, the woman has a friend who was seen waiting around your office today.” “What?” “It says her name is Aaliyah.” “My half-sister?” “Yes. Well, turns out the woman Pablo is having an affair with is Millie. I believe you two were friends years back?”

She should leave, drive into the night, never look back. Instead she drifted toward the murmur. The room was nearly empty. Lewis’s parents accepted final handshakes near the door. Alison lingered at the rear, watching silver trays empty. “What the fuck are you doing here?” Reese’s voice sliced the air. She stood three feet away, fury vibrating. “Same as you,” Alison said. “Making sure he’s dead.” “You have no right…” “Neither do you. Or did the family invite the college girlfriend he cheated on for years?”

Alari asked with a giggle, as if the words sounded ridiculous even to her ears. “Precisely!” The one on her shoulder agreed, making Alari laugh joyously. “What's your name?” She asked her Pixie, who face palmed herself. “Allison, but you can call me Ally” she giggled. “I'm Alari” she said, making Allison jump around her shoulder in excitement. More of them seemed to appear, lighting up a pathway to what I now knew for sure was Alari's home. Allison and Alari spoke about everything and anything, they're favourite food, favourite person, everything!

Obadiah stared into the distance. And David Pilka sat quietly while a medic dressed his wounded shoulder. The group had reached a crossroads. And Alison's voice coming through Patricia's speakerphone suddenly changed everything. "Something doesn't fit." The lawyer sounded calmer now. Focused. Analytical. The way she sounded in court. Joel immediately looked up. "What doesn't fit?" Alison didn't hesitate. "The pregnancy." Silence. The rain intensified. Then Alison continued. "If I was one of the missing babies, then explain something to me."

Isabella lit up, looking like a cat that had successfully caught a prize canary, “Sit, Marcus. Don't just stand there looking like a statue. Alison has been telling me all about her time in Milan and Paris. She managed her father’s luxury commercial sector flawlessly last quarter.” Marcus sat back down as he shot his mother a questioning look at his mother without saying anything, a little put off again that yet, she had managed to surprise him by inviting a high school family friend to their private time. Eleanor and Eric had stopped eating now and were staring at Alison with some kind of curiosity, wondering who she was. “And who are these two beautiful children?” Alison asked, leaning for

he said still looking at the file I walked towards the seat opposite him, sat down and said nothing “Now what do we have here” he said while reading from the file “Alaina Hales , 21 years old , graduated from college by studying nursing Mother Martha Hales , suffering from cancer and not undergoing treatment No father figure seen, best friend Lyra Jones No boyfriend or past ones Owing rent , hospital, electricity, water bills No source of income I think I've covered it all” he said while closing the file and looking straight at me.

While I was still lost in thoughts, my phone vibrated in my pocket. I took it out and saw that it was a text from an unknown number. I unlocked the screen and a picture popped up. It was me- standing exactly where I was at that moment, outside the hospital doors, my hands in my hair. "What the actual fuck?" My blood froze. Before I could process that picture, another picture came in. This time, I almost fell to the ground. It was a picture of Allison with Sophia, in the kitchen, laughing while baking. Sophia was standing on a small stool, flour dusting her cheeks, while Allison leaned closer, guiding her hands.

But she knew no amount of that could make her feel comfortable! "That's right! You look gorgeous, my dear." Celine, a middle aged pretty woman who was Alison's manager said with a big cheery smile on her face. "These photos are what will spell out your name boldly, they'll say 'Ally F. Rose has arrived.'" Alison groaned. "I still think we're taking it a little far, Celine. It's too early for me to be all out there."