Pretty Little Liars Messages From A Novels & Stories

Their own pup isn't even born yet. [I heard that they're not on good terms recently.] As I was about to close the page, a direct message popped up. The sender was Riley. I clicked on it. It was a holographic projection.

She snapped. At the same time, Alexa heard a knock on the door and she walked towards it, opening it. Liam's phone vibrated and he stared at it, "RETURN MY FAMILY!" He would send this number and finally get the person behind this incessant messages. "Liam, Alice and her mother are here." Alexandra announced and it finally clicked. The messages were from Reed, his uncle. He couldn't believe his head.

“Okay, spill.” Before Lila could answer, their other friend Emily emerged from the kitchen holding a soda. “Spill what?” Lila sank into the couch, clutching her phone like it might shatter. “I’ve been getting messages again.” Emily and Nicole exchanged a glance before sitting on either side of her. “From the same number?” Emily asked. Lila nodded and held the phone out. The girls leaned in, reading the words with furrowed brows. When Emily scrolled and saw the photo, her face drained of color.

Evans and Krystal took care of that. “It's just us now,” Lisa said, holding Zara's hands. “Your friends.” She brought out her phone and opened her message up. “I got this message three weeks ago,” she said and I took her phone. “Do not underestimate Alberta,” I read aloud. And when I got to the last word I froze. I looked up at Zara who tilted her head. “Continue,” Vic said and I sighed. “The message was signed with the letter M,” I said, showing the phone to them.

I shook my head smiling, I sure have the best of friends in the world "Thanks a lot, guys I couldn't have done it without you guys" "Of course, we are always here for you" Donna winked "Guys I have something bothering me "What's that?" They all chorused at the same time, making me smile. "It's nothing serious guys, just that I've been receiving messages from an unknown number" "Messages, what does the message say?" Xavier asked "You're mine you belong to me and me alone" "Jeez that's creepy and weird," Lily said

But I held it just out of her reach, ”No, no, my dear Mia, you can't escape so easily," I teased, my eyes twinkling mischievously. With a quick flick of my thumb, I unlocked her phone and found myself staring at a string of messages from an unknown number. Curiosity got the better of me, and I couldn't help but read a few. “Mia, who's been messaging you? These messages seem really sweet." "Please, give it back. It's just someone who...admires me." Mia confessed hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper. “You mean you have an admirer? That's amazing! Let's see what they've been saying.", I grinned

"Oh my boy. You can't be stagnant forever you know?" "What's wrong with you? Why are you saying rubbish? What even caused this?" I frowned slightly at her, feeling so nervous. She smiled weakly again, and breathed out so heavily. "I'll tell you what happened." I lowered my head to kiss her knuckles. "Go on please." "This morning," She began to speak, her body vibrating so bad. "I got a phone message from Mia. The message explained that she was going to send something to me. She said she was going to send a message via a message deliverer."

They sat at the island, the quiet punctuated only by the hum of the refrigerator and the distant sounds of the city waking up below them. After a few moments, Gillian spoke again. “About those messages,” she said carefully. “The ones you showed me yesterday.” Lily’s fingers tightened slightly around her mug. “What about them?” Gillian chose her words with care. “You said you didn’t think they were from your dad.” “I don’t,” Lily said quickly. Then, softer, “They don’t sound like him. They sound… rehearsed. Like someone trying to provoke me.” “And you don’t think Alex knows anything about them?” Gillian asked, not accusing, just asking.

“I’m glad you two are better now. You deserve peace.” “Thank you,” I said, meaning it. When she left to take the laundry upstairs, I stood by the window again, watching the sky darken slightly. My heart still wouldn’t calm down ************************************************ Later that night, long after everyone had gone to bed Downstairs, in the maid quarters, another phone glowed in the dark. Lila lay on her bed, scrolling through her messages. One chat was open, the name at the top hidden by a heart emoji. Unknown 💌: Chicago? Are you sure?

So, she decided to approach this investigation subtly. First, Rachel revisited her messages with Seraphina and Amanda, scrolling through their past conversations. She opened her chat with Seraphina, skimming for anything that felt off. As she read through the texts, she noted Amanda’s comments that seemed oddly defensive or dismissive—especially when Seraphina expressed concern or excitement about the future. Rachel jotted down the most alarming exchanges, her heart racing with each discovery.