Pretty Little Liars Messages From A Novels & Stories

Now, there's only silence. Through the screen, the me from eight years ago saw everything. Her face turned instantly pale. Her lips trembled, unable to form words. "No... no..." The Moonwater Mirror went dead black. Numb, I looked down, pulled out my phone, and sent a single text to my brother—the one I hadn't seen in years. "Merry Winter Solstice, Leo. Hope you're doing well." The she-wolf giggled, victorious. Her hand slid boldly down his chiseled abs.

Clothes off. Bodies wrapped in sin. Jackson’s hand trembled. He tapped one open. It was taken from a distance, maybe from another car—or some goddamn drone? He couldn’t tell. But it was clear. It was them. Liam’s hand around his throat, Jackson’s head tipped back, lips parted, the kind of picture you couldn’t explain as anything else but sex. Hot. Raw. Messy. The messages came from an unknown number. “Does Avery know where Liam really puts his dick?”

Press 7 to play the first message. As it commanded, I pressed 7. The first message was from Claire. Message number 1 received yesterday at 7:34pm - Leila, I know everything is so messed up right now, but I just need to know you are safe and okay. Please call me back or at least text me to let me know. Please. I love you. The message was left while I was being sick, before Nick answered the next call. To delete the message press 3. Message deleted.

“I can still remember my first few days. I was a mess. You're already doing way better. You've got this.” After giving her my best attempt at a grateful smile I heard the ding of my tablet getting another message. “Oooo, is that your first incoming message?” she asked. I pulled it open, not minding that she leant closer to read it over my shoulder. It was, but instead of it being from Tomichii, the only person I'd yet contacted through the system, it was from Benton. Hello, Auralia,

Ashley POV Most of the messages were from various private chats and groups with six familiar names and a few male names I didn't recognize. Some were from his mother. None were from his father. I noticed there were five messages Blair had sent, one of which she had just sent. I'm not going to read anything. I'm just going to check and see if my predictions are right and if the hunch in the back of my mind is true.

Colette Smith (P.O.V.) Just then I got a message on my phone. Multiple messages by the sound of it, as my phone went notified me multiple times. I retrieved my phone and opened the message. It was a message from an unknown number. In the message were pictures and videos and Lisa and Callum having sex.

Unprotected. I leaned forward, my elbows braced on my knees, and nodded once. “Yeah. I just…” I said as I smiled softly at her. “You haven’t blinked in ten minutes,” she said softly, stepping inside. She crossed the room quietly and sat next to me on the edge of the couch. Her fingers brushed mine. I turned my hand and laced our fingers together. “They found more messages,” I said. “Caleb was forwarding movement logs. Audio snippets. Nothing explosive, but enough to give Liam a roadmap.”

They bought cupcakes and cookies and birthday cakes, and they smiled and chatted and lived their ordinary lives. Around 4pm, my phone buzzed. Unknown: I see you're back at work. Brave. Or stupid. Hard to tell. I stared at the message. My hands were shaking. Me: Who is this? Unknown: Someone who knows you better than you think. Me: What do you want? Unknown: For now? Just to watch. But soon. Soon I'll want more. I showed the messages to Lily. She read them, her face hardening. "We're calling Marcus," she said.

*The message* Dr. Emma Taylor's eyes widened as she stared at the cryptic message on her phone: "They're watching me. I have to escape." The words sent a chill down her spine. It was from her sister, Sarah, who had been missing for weeks. Emma's mind racing, she replayed the events leading up to Sarah's disappearance. They had been arguing about their estranged father, and Sarah had been acting strangely in the days before she vanished. Emma had dismissed it as paranoia, but now she wondered if something more sinister was at play.

A message from Emma. *"Rachel, don't do this. You're the only one who can help Alina. We can find another way to withstand Daniel's threats. I'm coming to your office. Wait for me."* Rachel stared at the message with glistening eyes. She could not bring herself to reply, unsure of how to respond. Another message came in. From Sheila. *"Mama, I just got another email from the scholarship office. Turns out there was a system error. The evaluation has been cancelled. My scholarship is safe. Seems like it really was just a misunderstanding like you said. Love you!"*