Pretty Little Liars Emily Fields Novels & Stories

“Yeah. Look, why don’t you go ahead? I’ll be right there, yeah? I just need to catch my breath.” Lara nods and heads on to Lucy’s room. I feel like I have to go outside and smoke to calm myself down. Hell, I knew that what she did was wrong and ultimately, I didn’t regret how things went about, but it still made me feel shitty for seeing her in here with only half a mind, even if she was crazy. I lit a cigarette and then heard someone say, “Dex?” I turn around and come face to face with Emilia, Ellen’s twin sister. Her hair is pushed back and she isn’t wearing any makeup. Her arms are folded, and she sees to be staring daggers at me.

Seeing the fright in Emily's eyes was one thing she never failed to miss and always enjoyed no matter the circumstance,and she was going to make the nightmare a lot more terrifying. ‘I heard you're a grandma now.I always thought you were one old hag but it really nails the assumption on the head doesn't it? Your daughter is now a successful beauty empire owner and her ex is the famous Landon Mikaelson with whom she has a child with,you really planned everything didn't you? Apart from the divorce'.She said and Emily scoffed loudly.

Translation: I looked pretty, but fat. The fundraiser pics. I looked hot. I felt hot. But of course, the first thing she zeroes in on is the nonexistent bloat in the photo. I resist the urge to throw my phone across the room and instead fork another bite of spinach into my mouth like a responsible adult who doesn’t crave violence. At least the dressing is good. Emily, it turns out, is less of an agent and more of a glorified babysitter. A babysitter with manicured claws and a talent for passive-aggressive comments.

legs with surprise and interest. Emily, noticing his gaze, for some reason was embarrassed, although instead she should have been terrified. She had already guessed that standing before her was none other than the Hunter himself. The one Jack and Jeremy had told her about. He who does not know pity does not spare anyone who gets in his way. The one who destroyed almost the entire Night Shadows clan. The one who came for her life. But for some reason she was not afraid of him, probably simply because she was tired of this feeling. Her fear disappeared at the very moment when she passed the rite of initiation and became a she-wolf. She has changed. And now the two young people stood and someho

she said with a giggle "But, you are going to feed me with your hand because my hand still hurts." "I know, my princess." I tell her "And, I promise that daddy is going to take all of your pain away. Now come and let'sfeed you." I said making her sit on the couch beside me and fed her with my hands when the front dor suddenly burst open and Emily walked inside, looking pissed. I don't know what happened but her expression tells me that it is serious. Lily and I gulped when we saw the McDonalds boxes on the coffee table and begin to hide it behind the cushion in a hurry. "What are you oth hiding over there?" came Emily's voice who stood by the couch with an arched brow. Lily and I gave her a

Eyes in the Shadows From the shadows of a nearby alley, a figure watched as Emily and her friends strolled through the city. The observer’s eyes were keen, tracking every movement of Emily, Kamsy, and Amy. This was not the first time they had been under surveillance, but they were blissfully unaware of it. The observer had been following Emily for weeks, blending into the background, unnoticed yet vigilant.

"What if there's no twin, no doppelganger, no secret brother? What if Elias Lockwood is exactly who you thought he was six years ago, and this whole 'I don't know you from more than six years ago' thing is just an elaborate game?" Emily's expression didn't waver. "He's not playing games, Lisa. I've seen him with Hayden and those sick kids in the hospital in New York. I've heard him talk about his mother abandoning him when he was a baby." Her voice softened. "Despite how cold he comes off as, he's broken in ways I didn't expect. Ways that make him more human." "Emily, serial killers can be charming too." "He's not a serial killer!" "You don't know that!"

He stood in the wreckage of the football field, sides heaving, and then his body folded back through the same wet, cracking transformation in reverse, until the boy from homeroom was kneeling in the torn-up grass instead of the wolf, breathing hard, exhausted in a way that looked bone-deep. Emily backed away from him without deciding to. "What am I?" Her voice came out smaller than she meant it to, shaking around every word. Damien opened his mouth to answer. He never got the chance. A warmth bloomed against Emily's wrist, faint at first, then unmistakable, and she looked down to see the pale crescent-shaped birthmark she'd had since birth — the one her mother always said looked like a littl

Then Elias whispered something that made the blood drain from her face. “Mama…” “What?” “I remember.” “Remember what?” He looked over her shoulder. Emily followed his gaze. A figure stood at the edge of the field. Tall. Motionless. Watching them. Emily couldn't see the face. Kael stepped forward. “Who's there?” The figure took one step into the moonlight. Emily stopped breathing. The face was hers. Not the black-eyed version she had seen through the crack. Not an illusion. Not a reflection. This Emily looked exactly like her.

at least it looks like her, but she wears a bright smile and has blood-red eyes like she's been crying but ran out of tears and now cries blood. "You didn't really think I would just let you die like that?" the voice no longer came from her head, instead it came from the window, millie was talking to her from her reflection in the window "Just leave me alone please" Emily pulls her hair until her eyes water from the pain "Honey believe me, if I could I would" she rolls her eyes "but I'm stuck with you, and you're stuck with me" "No!" she screams, hitting the window with her fist, but her arms are too weak to do any damage to the window