Novel & Cerita Pretty Little Liars Emily Fields

Emily sat back, brushing her hands off, her quiet satisfaction evident as the flames grew. Lily let out a low whistle. "Damn. That was impressive." I nodded, still stunned. "Where'd you learn that?" A small chuckle escaped Emily's lips. "Camping trips with my son." My head tilted slightly. "You have a son?" Her expression tightened, shifting into something guarded. The sudden change in her demeanor made the air feel heavier. I tried to lighten the mood. "What's his na—?" Before I could finish, Emily stood and walked away quickly. Lily and I exchanged a confused glance.

Bee had become our unpaid therapist, and I always looked forward to this moment each month. “Last week was hard,” Emily admitted. “I found out Ink got married. I messed up. I should have said no when Mum forced the Lycan king on me.” She sighed. “Seeing Lisa mark that calendar gives me hope… that maybe Dad will just show up and say it was all a prank.” Bee handed her a tissue. Then Emily chuckled weakly. “And Lucia,” she added, “Lisa’s wolf is something else entirely. I love that she is annoyingly sweet.”

"She couldn't have done it--she couldn't have done it." "Of course she couldn't," said the doctor cheerily. "Don't worry--she didn't do it." His eyes telegraphed, "What does she mean?" to Elizabeth, but Elizabeth shook her head. "Who are you talking about--dear?" she asked Emily. It was the first time she had called Emily "dear." But Emily was off on another track. The well in Mr Lee's field was open, she declared. Some one would be sure to fall into it. Why didn't Mr Lee shut it up? Dr Burnley left Aunt Elizabeth trying to reassure Emily on that point and hurried away to White Cross.

While she was hugging Melinda, she noticed Maxwell—who was seated with the Riveras—stood up and walked toward her. 'Why is he coming here?' Emily suddenly let go of Melinda like she got an electric shock. "You know, I suddenly remembered something urgent, Mel. Let's get coffee sometime, okay? See you!" said Emily before leaving hurriedly as if she was running from a ghost. Lilin—who had been standing next to Melinda—tilted her head and asked, "Mommy, what's wrong with Miss Emily? Why is she running away as if she has just seen a ghost?"

But to our surprise he defended Liam. "What Liam did is correct. I support my best buddy." He said smiling at Liam. Something is off between them. What's with the telepathic conversation between Liam and Aiden!? Then we ate with small conversations here and there. I learned that Emily is pursuing as an Architect. She loves to create different things so she opted for that. She is an year older than me. "Where are we going next?" Emily asked. "I know that you have already planned Em, Just tell me the spot." Liam said reading her sisters intension just with her speaking.

Ella is fidgeting with the hem of her dress, looking back and forth between her sons and the lewd. ‘My Fiance, Sugarcup. Could you not stay away for a minute?’ Juicy…ahem! Quincy immediately smiles as he stands up to receive a hazelnut-head slender vampiress. Emily, for my utmost discomfort, is a drop-dead stunning vampiress who could have walked out of a fashion and skincare magazine cover. Tall, petite, pale, high-bridge nose, big doe eyes, and plump lips—she does not look a day older than twenty-five and a granddaughter figure in the arms of the son of a blood-sucking bitch!

He handed her the cell phone and wiped her tears gently. “She has you deep in her claws” Zara scoffed and said in a mocking tone. “Go back to copying your status from g****e, little one!” Edmund replied like an annoyed big brother. “What is the password?” Emily asked while sobbing. “Lucy Arthur Hale, with LAH capital and no spacing in between” Edmund replied in a sweet voice while keeping the strand of her hair behind her ears. Emily felt her heart flutter by his mere touch. She wanted more of him but she can’t take big steps now. She was dying to kiss him.

A new girl with no past, no records, who lives in a giant house with a scary uncle. My heart started to beat very fast. The pieces, crazy as they were, began to click together in my head. What if… what if it wasn’t just a coincidence? What if Emily didn’t vanish? What if she changed? My hands were shaking. I fumbled in my pocket for my phone. I scrolled through my photos, past a hundred selfies, until I found it. The one picture I kept of Emily. It was from last year, at a stupid school dance. She was smiling, but her eyes… they always looked a little sad. A little angry.

“I don’t know. I asked her to go down to the garage to bring me two files I left in the car. Ten minutes had passed and I realized she wasn’t back so I called her. While talking on the phone, I heard she let out a scream before the line went dead and this is why Detective Fields is here. He had worked on a similar case with another couple by the name of Kyle and Nyla. He had called them over so they could speak with me. They are on their way now. In the meantime, I am trying to track Emily’s phone to find out where she is but I guess he knows that I know it’s him hence why he is not answering. I just need him on the phone for just thirty seconds so I can zero in on her location.” Nodding his

“Before… I was asleep.” A pause. “And now?” Her eyes gleamed silver. “Now I’m done pretending.” The air shifted. Because that answer— Wasn’t defiance. It was truth. The figure studied her closely. “Do you even understand what you are?” Emily tilted her head slightly. “Do you?” Silence. Then— A soft laugh. “Careful.” A step closer. “You’re standing on a battlefield older than your existence.” Emily looked down. And for the first time— She saw it.