Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

I'll be grounded. "Of course not, Mummy. That's not even true. Where would I have been at that time of the night? Look at the picture. The face is blurred. You can't even make out the appearance of the person beside you, and I know I don't have such a dress." Gosh, when did I become so good at lying, even when the evidence is right in front of my face? "I believe my daughter, sweetie. It might just be a false alarm. Someone is trying to mess with us, and we won't let that slide. We'll get to the bottom of this. Someone wants to ruin my family, but I won't go easy on them."

“You… you know?” “Yep. I followed you last night. Saw you put on that cute little mask. Watched you play with your tight pussy in that weird old building. You’re SweetLily. My dirty little stepsister is a p**n star.” He laughed again. “The ‘library’… that’s fucking hilarious.” Lila’s eyes filled with panic. “Does your mom know? Does anyone know? Please, Jake… don’t tell anyone. I’ll delete everything. I’ll stop. Just please—”

My bottom is thrust up in the air and I feel extremely exposed. “There is something you need to know about me… I don’t just like punishing naughty girls. I like to punish well behaved little girls. I want you to be my good girl and I want to turn your ass red anyway. I want to see your big blue eyes fill with tears as you ask me why and beg me to stop… and then I want to fuck you until you scream.”

A beautiful bride was reserved for a mental stable lady not one who dresses like a fucking bimbo with her fake lashes, and foundation that does little to conceal her wrinkles. “Right?” Mia intercepted, her eyes glinting in mischief as she looked at me, “You will agree that I have good eyes for pretty things.” “Pretty things?” I scoffed, scanning Bianca with contempt, “Your eyes needs medical attention for calling someone who looks like that pretty!” I spat without caring about her feelings.

Ophelia wore a high collar to hide the bite marks. Carl didn’t bother. Everyone noticed. Lilith cornered her in the library. “So… you gonna tell me, or do I have to psychic-rip it from your head?” Ophelia glared. “It’s not what you think.” “You did sleep with him.” Ophelia said nothing. Lilith gasped. “Oh my god.” “Shut up.” Lilith squealed into a book. “Okay, but also… finally.” Ophelia buried her face in her arms.

Her mind kept spiraling—back to that night, back to his skin, back to the way his voice had felt like a promise. "I’ll come tonight." He never came. Now his Luna was draped in silver silks, throwing benevolent smiles at the court. And Elara’s body was changing, betraying her secrets one symptom at a time. She pressed her hand against her stomach. It was still flat. Still invisible. But not for long. Not in a world where wolves could smell lies and sense life. She closed the book, exhaled slowly, and looked toward the high windows. The moon was watching. And soon, so would everyone else.

Lead tormentor. Back then, I was a good girl. The long-lost daughter of the Smiths, trying to fit into a pack I didn’t belong to. Quiet. Weak. Leashed. Not anymore. While the pack princesses played nice, I tapped into my phone under the desk, coding something sharp, just in case I needed a digital dagger later. Across the room, Lilith’s expression dipped—not sorrow, just… calculation. Her lips curled slightly. “Yes,” she said, soft as snowfall. “Her name is Mia. She’s… very beautiful. I’ll introduce you, if I get the chance.”

Thank you so much for reading His Pretty Little Liar - The Devils Snare - Book One. It has been a pleasure riding this journey with you. Not to worry, The Devils Snare Series is not over yet. Book two in the series is: Submitting To The Devil - The Devils Snare - Book Two Synopsis:

Nyx doesn't need to specify who she is talking about, we both know there is only one person who can break me in two like this. Atticus Preston. As if summoned by my thoughts, I see his golden head come around the corner, Evie on his arm, and Simon by his side. Like high school royalty, they are trailed by a royal court of their own, the other four Legacies forming the group behind them. "Liliana..." Atticus breathes my name and my heart clenches. "Oh, good morning Lily," Evie shouts from his side. "I didn't see you there! Did you sleep well," she pets Atticus' arm possessively. "I slept like a baby."

“Spare me the shitty words sl*t, You’re the one who’s going into both of their pants, not I. That makes you the bitch. I pity you, Angelica, or should I say...Anna?” “How the fuck did you-?” “You think you have everything? Huh? Do you think I’m that stupid? I’ve come a long way to get a job like this. All the way, I met hundreds of people with hundreds of resources. Do you think I don’t know about how you fucking killed your own father and uncle?” “Oh, I guess both the gentlemen don’t know that your real name is Annabelle Lockwood. How would Jonathan feel when he’ll find out? That you’re both a murderer and a fucking liar.”