Pretty Little Liars Miss Me X 100 Novels & Stories

Luca asked and looked to ensure there was no lurking paparazzi with a camera around. Those headaches had no respect for one's privacy. "Yes, this is all she wants, I guess" "Why do they all look the same?" Luca asked looking into the bags because they-- "Because they are the same, Mr Luca, she wants ten of the Mermaid X but we have only five left, we should get more of it soon and if she wants home delivery, a call would do" Saleswoman Mia explained to him because she thought he deserved to know. He was the one doing the paying although he didn't pay the last time.

The gavel hovers over the block. Mom grabs my hand, and raises the paddle. "650 million!" She yells. The crowd erupts in murmurs. Mr. X looks at us, his eyes narrowing slightly behind his mask. "700 million," he counters. "850 million," Mom fires back. I stare at her, stunned. We don't even have that kind of money. What is she doing? But before I can stop her, Mr. X raises his paddle again. "1 billion." The room falls silent again.

*Holly* I was feeling a lot of things. Between seeing the snow fall outside my window, my sweet little Carol setting her paw on my foot, and the oh-so-many thoughts hissing in my mind about the last week, I could not focus on my homework. Memories of the velvet-suited mystery man kissing me under the mistletoe kept popping up between every sentence in my Information Literacy assignment.

As the office door clicked shut, Natalie flashed a ring at me, one that outshone mine in every way. "Like I'd ever want your junk," she sneered.

If her back side is as full as her front side then she'd be said to have an hour glass shape. "Hmm, am here to see Mr Xavier." I reply putting on my signature fake smile. "And you are.?" She ask eyeing me distastefully. It isn't my fault I look more prettier than you. "Am Stephen Pari, his new personal assistant." I smirk, heads high. Trying to play cool. I always pay cool. "So which floor?" "Tenth floor, bitch." She reply, saying the last word under her breath. But I still heard it.

C’mon, today was a good day, new beginnings! Ughh stop it tears, stop. Fuck, I miss my mom. Okay, five minutes, and then I’ll be done. Well, fifteen minutes, hyperventilating, mascara everywhere, and a mucusy mess later, I’m good again. I text X to occupy my mind before bed. Me: I miss you already X: me too baby, I can come pick you up… Me: tempting offer but I’m already in bed X: well now I’m tempted to join

Thank you Love y'all ♡ Mia X * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

“Alright then—show me your sincerity. Got any shopping money for me? You’ve gotta give me something, right?” “Say no more.” Xavier whipped out his phone and started tapping away. A second later, Serena’s phone chimed. She picked it up and stared at the screen, eyes wide. “Hey—I was joking! Wait… hold on… how many zeroes is this?!” “Stop squinting,” Xavier said with a grin. “Font’s too small—you’ll strain your eyes. Don’t make my heart ache. Clint gave you ten mil? I can’t let that clown outdo me. I just sent you twenty. Use it, and if it’s not enough, call me for more.”

Lory said before pushing the snack tray aside and laying her head down on my lap. We watched the movie in silence, or at least I thought in silence. I looked down and saw Lory had already fallen asleep. I took my phone and snapped a picture before sending it to Alex. "Thanks for giving me something to blackmail my sister with" he replied. "I'm not going to be responsible when you two start to fight because of this," I texted. "You're totally taking all the blame. Also, did you take your meds?" he asked. I muttered a curse under my breath before grabbing the pill bottles. I took one of each pill before downing all of them with a glass of water.

“Why are you denying me, Marissa? And what happened to you? What is this? You coming here and…” “Do you think you are good enough to kill my shine?” I asked, my tone cold and tight. “What?” He blinked. “Ten years ago, the Marissa you knew died, Tristan. So let me warn you. I will make this short and quick. I am no longer on your level. Do not ever imagine that I would acknowledge a riff raff like you again. And stay out of my sight if you do not have a death wish, because I could do far worse things to you than you can ever imagine, Tristan Vance.”