Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

“Lorenzo Ortiz.” My eyes widen in shock, and Ever-Lee’s bottle drops to the floor as I gasp for fresh air. No, it can’t be, of all the people in this whole fucking universe, why him? His piercing gaze ping pongs from Ever-Lee back to me. His mouth pressed in a hard thin line, displaying no emotion. “Hello, Lilly-Ann.” His deep low pitch voice echo’s through the room sending shivers down my spine. “Lilly-Ann?” Chad frowns as he bends to pick up the bottle. “Is everything, okay?”

I smiled because the only punishment I knew I'd give her was sex, and I wanted to have sex with her tonight. "We're here," Justin said, and I stepped out of the car as soon as I saw the kitchen's lights turned off. Why does Unice appear to be not in the mansion? So I quickly entered the mansion and went to the living room, where she was also not present. I went into her room, where her belongings were still current. Maybe she was in my room, so I went there, and when I came in, Unice was lying on the bed and appeared to be sleeping.

Sapphire's POV I was swirling the drink in my glass as my friends chatted away. Evelyn was screaming about something her boyfriend did to her as always while Rebecca kept flaunting her new necklace. The only thing I could think about at the moment was my sick mum and also about myself who was completely useless. You may be wondering who I am. I am Sapphire Richardson, daughter to a struggling family but also first class scholarship students at one of the most prestigious universities in the country. I was pretty much just a typical girl with typical issues and one who stayed out of trouble including men troubles.

Chapter 1: I Dropped to My Knees Like the Secret Slut I Really Am Everyone thinks I’m such a good girl. Sweet little Lila Harper. Straight A student. Always polite. Always proper. The kind of girl parents wish their daughters could be. But they don’t know the truth.

Damned. Lilly was 17, mousy and thin, with light brown hair the same color as mine that hung almost to her waist. She was wearing her usual workout outfit a tanktop and yoga pants. She eyed us, confused, like someone searching for an obvious word but unable to find it in the moment. "Nothing," Zara said, like this was a perfectly satisfying answer. She didn't even get off the pillow. Just spun around and stared up at our younger step sister. "Go away."

Nadia “What the fuck,” I whisper, putting my empty bowl down on the ground and leaning back against my palm as I stare at Cole. “That’s…that’s insane. They’re using little kids to spy on us?” “That’s so scary,” Shayne whispers, shaking her head. “And at the same time…adorable.” “Shayne!” Grace gasps, spinning to her. “Lil baby spies!” Shay says, pressing a hand to her heart. “Up in the cliffs? And they’re hungry and they get food if they do a good job!?” She gapes at Grace like she can’t believe anyone would be heartless enough to resist that mental image.

It takes me a little less than half an hour to get ready for the day. I spent the whole day binging 'Pretty Little Liars' on my laptop. Until I get a text from Rilee. Here! I check my clock, surprised that she is here so early. 5:30pm the display blinks. I guess time flies when you're having fun. Our shopping trip from last week was fruitless, so after letting Rilee in, I stare at my small collection of clothes, trying to decide what to wear. Rilee pulls out a cute outfit for me and I headed to the bathroom, to change

I walk into the living room, and Liam's not there. "Where is he?" I ask Zoe. "In the kitchen," she replied, not looking up from watching Pretty Little Liars. She's been addicted since the first episode we watched together, and there's not a thing I can do when she sits in front of the TV. I am more of an Arrow and Agents of S.H.I.E.L.D person.

“It’s fine.” I’m still not satisfied. I feign a yawn and stretch my arms over my head, the cool air of the room teasing my exposed breasts. When I lower my arms, Shane is finally giving me his full attention. “You’re dressed like a slut, Lily. You leave the house looking like that and you’re not going to like what happens.” Desire thrills through my blood. “You don’t like it?” I turn around and lean against the counter, feeling my skirt ride up.

I really struggle to get out the words and that wasn't my plan for this story. So for now (and until who knows when), Pretty Little Fears will be on an indefinite hold. I apologize once again and thank you for following this story up to this point. I can't thank y'all enough! CJ 💚