Pretty Little Liars Miss Me X 100 Novels & Stories

LAST LIFESTYLE Westley's pov "The bitch got me good," hisses Xander, sounding like anlittle bitch as Jasmine cleans his wound. The Luna bitch Mecca got his ass good alright, leaving one long and bloody claw mark behind on the left side of his face. We are currently inside of one of the many lounge areas at my penthouse. The Luna Bitch Mecca somehow managed to break free from her chains and attack Xander on the way from the airport, which is strange as fuck. The bitch shouldn't even had the strength to lift her head, let alone attack one

Xavier said he didn't like it but he kept looking at it again and again. "Mommy, I saw Beautiful Ms. Lawson's photo when she was a kid today. She looked just like me! I also saw her photo when she was younger, and she looked just like Mommy! "Goodnight, Mommy. I'm going to bed now! Otherwise, Xavier will be mad at me for playing on my smart watch again! "Oh, by the way, Mommy. Xavier hacked Fletcher Corporation's website today. Don't tell him I told you this! Goodnight!"

I pushed my ass back against him, trying to take more. "That's a good girl. Tell me what I’m doing to you." "You're... you're fucking me. You're wrecking me." "Damn right I am. And you're going to pay for every bit of it." He pulled back until he was almost out, then slammed back in. The wet slap of our skin was loud. I was so slick now that every thrust made a squelching sound. "You hear that?" Xavier whispered, biting my ear. "That’s the sound of me claiming what’s mine. This is the interest, Maeve. Ten thousand dollars for every inch of my dick. You’re going to be in debt for a long time."

“Gods, I missed you.” “I missed you too.” The admission was torn from a place she’d sealed shut. “Even when I hated you, I missed you. Every day.” His eyes glistened in the lamplight. He leaned forward, his forehead coming to rest against hers. Their breath mingled, warm in the cold space. The mating pull, a constant hum since his return, swelled into a resonant chord. It wasn’t just desire. It was recognition. Completion. A puzzle piece slotting home after being lost for years.

Lowering her eyes, Lexi took a deep breath as she tilted the phone to read the message. "Come over tomorrow at 12… and remember your homework."

He couldn't bear her makeup at all. Mia raised her hands and showed her index finger, indicating the number one. "Give me this and you can get any information you want from me." "100,000?" "100,000 dollars? Do you think I am a beggar?" Mia shook her finger in front of Charlie. "I want 1,000,000 dollars." "You are crazy." It was Lincoln, who was standing behind Charlie, that spoke up. "Mr. Charlie, who's the boss? Are you the boss or the one behind you?" Mia was good at provoking. Kevin might be the only person she was afraid of.

________________________________ There is a broken past of Marilyn and a broken present of Xavier /⁠ᐠ⁠｡⁠ꞈ⁠｡⁠ᐟ⁠\ Will they both come to become each other's straight or things would get more bitter ?(⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ᴥ⁠ ͡⁠°⁠ ⁠ʋ⁠) Keep enjoying and don't forget to like and comment. Follow me and give a good rating 🌹

She says, coming closer. I smile politely and shrug, shifting in my seat. Where did she hear that? "I'm going to take time for myself, but that could happen, I'm up for anything, as long as I'm fully dressed this time." I say, making her blush. "Leo!" Chrissy sits down, looking tipsy. "We're all gonna miss you, let's hope for a second season next year!" I smile tightly praying for anything but a second season, wanting to get out of here as soon as possible.

"I regret ever forgiving you. I regret ever letting myself believe you'd change!" Nathan's jaw clenched, a muscle twitching at his temple. Before he could move, Xavier stepped forward, wearing that smirk that once made my heart race but now made my skin crawl. "Careful, Mia," he said, pulling out his phone with exaggerated casualness. "We still have that little video of you. You know, the one where you're on your knees for us, moaning like the perfect little slut?" Ice replaced the fire in my veins. The room seemed to tilt.

A few seconds later, the girl from Unit 602, Demi, replied in the group chat: [It's mine!! My limited-edition Dior makeup set! It cost $200! I was literally about to go downstairs and grab it! How is it gone already?!] The chat instantly blew up again. [Another package missing??] [@management are you guys seriously not doing anything about this?] [Who keeps stealing people's stuff?] I messaged Demi privately and got straight to it.