Pretty Little Liars Messages From A Novels & Stories

I pull out my phone. 173 messages from 5 people. I open up the thing seeing 113 messages from Blake, 32 from Eva, 10 from Jake, 16 from Jay and 2 from mum. I open mum's first. Cali bring me some milk. I have night duties tonight. Have to observe a patient tonight. I see that the others had the same thing 'Cali! Where are you??' One message from Eva caught my eye. I'm sorry, I did not mean to bring him up. I love you, please forgive me.

Eli sat on the other end, silent, staring at the muted TV where a rerun of a cooking show played like a cruel joke from a life that didn’t belong to either of them anymore. The first text came at 11:13 a.m. Unknown Number: New rules. Eli leaned over her shoulder. “Open it.” She tapped the message, expecting more. Nothing. Just those two words sitting there like a knife on the table, daring them to ask where the handle was. Five minutes later, another ping. We like honesty. “What the hell does that mean?” Lily muttered. Before Eli could answer, another buzz. We like when secrets breathe. A fourth came seconds later:

"I am in their security system. One man. He is packing up. Moving fast. The police scanners are quiet. This was a private message." "Understood," Liam said. He ended the call and stood. He offered a hand to Alexandra. She stared at his hand. Then she stared at the spider- webbed window and the small, perfect hole. She ignored his hand and pushed herself up. She was unsteady. A fine dust of glass glittered in her hair. "A private message?" she whispered. Her voice sounded hollow. "A greeting card," Liam said. His gaze stayed on the window. "From Carlo Marchetti."

Emily’s brows furrowed sharply.“What? When did that happen?” Adrian looked at her, his voice quiet but precise. “Five years ago. May 18th.” He pulled out his phone, unlocked it, and tapped a few times before handing it to her. A message appeared on the screen— May 18th. From:Emily. “I might not be able to come out much these days. There’s a guy helping me study now—we’re doing revision together at my place. I like him. I’ll be studying with him from now on, so I won’t bother you anymore. Thank you.”

Lily asked as she approached. Juna was startled. He immediately turned to Lily while smiling to cover his surprise. Lily returned Juna's smile, sat in her chair, then checked her phone and saw missed calls as well as a message from Arsen. Lily chose to reply to Arsen's message first. [Sorry, I choked and just went to get a drink in the pantry.] Lily looked at her message; not long after, Arsen replied. [Be careful, stop being careless.] Lily smiled; she replied to Arsen's message with a smile emoji as well as a heart symbol.

' Carla said disturbing me again. 'Shut up, will you? It's all you do?' I said loudly. "Woah! I am sure I didn't do anything." Alexander said. "I said that aloud didn't I?" I laughed awkwardly at my comment before glaring at Carla who was laughing sitting leisurely. I was about to eat some more pancakes when my phone rang. It was a message from the girls of Daniel's group. I think I should stop saying Daniel's group when I am also part of that group now.

The atmosphere was no longer peaceful. Then not after her phone buzzed again. This time it wasn’t a call; it was a message. Rachel walked over. Picked it up again. From her expression I could see a shift from indifference to confusion. “What is it?" I asked casually, straightening up. She kept staring at the screen. "This is weird." she said. “How?” Rachel turned to look at me. "It’s a message from someone claiming to be Noah’s mother.” I stopped moving for a second.

She rushed back toward me, barefoot and out of breath, holding out her phone like it was the Holy Grail. “Look,” she said, shoving the screen in my face. “Look who sent me a message.” I squinted at the screen. It was an I*******m DM from a user named laura_castellano58. > Davina, I couldn’t reach you and your friend directly. Please tell your friend I need to see her. It’s important. I’ll be waiting at home. Tell her not to be afraid. Tell her I’m not angry anymore. Please.

The screen flared to life, illuminating the dark room with an urgent message notification from his mother. Liam reached out, grabbing the device with a heavy groan. His movement disturbed Chloe, who blinked her eyes open sleepily. “Who is texting this late at night, honey?” Chloe asked, her voice raspy from sleep. She shifted, resting her chin on Liam’s shoulder to look at the phone screen with him. “It's from my Mother,” Liam replied while opening the message. Liam and Chloe read the message from Elizabeth, making them shocked.

She dropped back onto the pillows, staring at the ceiling, trying to slow her breathing. Beep! Another notification. She sat up again, heart kicking up, and swiped the screen open, thinking Lilico had responded. But the message wasn’t from her this time. “I’M SORRY, BABE. CAN I COME TO BROOKLYN MANSION AND SEE YOU?” Sender: My heartbeat.