Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin Imogen Novels & Stories

I roll my eyes inwardly. Anyone who sees her now would think that was her throne and she is the queen. Well technically, she is. Imogen is currently the queen of the lycans where my father came from. Her long, beachy waves cascaded down her round breasts looking firm beneath her glittery midnight blue evening dress. The wrinkles on her face were barely visible, and I knew it was the power of make-up that did it. Her style and the way she clothed herself as time passed changed to an extent where people around her would often mistake her as a woman in her mid 20's.

"That doesn't make any sense." "Unless…" Jace stops. "Unless what?" she snaps at him, lifting her head, her blue eyes flashing amber. "Nothing," he shakes his head. "No! Go ahead, say it," she growls. "Go ahead! Say it! Say it! Grayson is sending us alone, without protection! Not because he needs the help here, but because he's offering us to Thantos! Right!? Say it! We're all thinking it!" Jace sighs. "It's possible that Alpha Grayson doesn't know Thantos's reputation for killing children."

Like I said before, as soon as you step outside, you become their property it would seem. “Sure, no rush. Take your time, darlin’.” “I keep telling you, my name is Imogen. That’s I.M.O.G.E.N. In case you haven’t got it. Immi was when you were a dick to me growing up and as for darlin’. Save that for the bimbos you pick up and fuck the shit out of. Got it.” Wow she is so sassy and sexy when she’s mad. I feel my dick twinge. God help me. This isn’t the way it’s supposed to be going. When Atlas told me some nutritionist was coming in to help out and take care of things around here, the last thing I expected was some hot and sexy woman. And, most definitely not the prize spoilt brat I recall gro

“I treasure our friendship more than Camila. It’s okay for her to be out of my life. But not you, Evadne. Maybe it’s hard for you to trust me again, but I’m willing to wait.” Seeing the sincerity in her friend’s apology, Evadne couldn’t deny her a second chance. She squeezed Galilena’s hand. “I didn’t plan on revealing what Orion did, but because of Camila’s actions, you found out.” “Camila is trying to polish her image. But she’s really a demon. If Gavin Wright hadn’t spoken up, we wouldn’t know the truth. Evadne,” Galilena said with a sad expression, “I can’t imagine going through the traumatic experience of catching Orion and Camila. I’m so disgusted with them. That night at Isaac’s party

Blend in, keep your head down, and move on before anyone gets too close. As she walked down the bustling hallway, murmurs and whispers followed her. She was used to it. She didn't just blend in. She found her locker and fumbled with the combination, her hands trembling slightly. As she opened it, she caught a glimpse of herself in the small mirror inside. Her long, curly silver hair cascaded down her back like molten moonlight, shimmering with an otherworldly glow. It was the kind of hair that defied explanation, the kind that drew eyes and sparked curiosity exactly what she didn't need.

“That sounds like a puppy tale, Bishop.” “Not everyone inherits the immunity; some resist one or none. Most are not.” Bishop took a deep breath. “Princess Imogen was immune to silver.” I had the feeling I had heard that name before. Where was it? Oh, the blonde woman in the photograph with Elijah! “That’s impossible, Bishop,” Elijah said firmly. “Then why did she vanish without a trace? If not because someone discovered her blessing and tried to exploit it?” Bishop stared at Elijah intently. “She is a threat to all wolves. Not just the royal wolves, my king.”

Layla said, “He’s only saying that because he found out you’re Chameleon Fox.” “I’m Chameleon Fox, Sugar, and Imogen Doyle. Regardless of which identity of mine he falls in love with, they’re all me. Well, I do admit that I’ll still get jealous of myself. How can I, a young lady of the Doyles, be inferior to the Fox?” Imogen admitted that she would get envious of her alternate identities. She was also torn about Dylan loving her as Fox and not her real identity as a young lady of the Doyles.

“You stole everything from Alan! He only cheated — is that worth destroying a man’s entire life? His family’s legacy?” She clenched her fists, her perfectly manicured nails digging so deep into her palms she nearly broke the skin. “You think you’re better than me now? Just because the Warren family shields you? Just because you have their power behind you? You think that gives you the right to ruin Alan and humiliate me?” “I didn’t steal anything.” Imogen’s gaze gleamed beneath her elegant mask, her smile razor-sharp. “I simply took back what he never deserved in the first place.”

A warm voice calls to me, spiking me out of my skin as it makes me jumpy as I pull a hand to my chest to calm my still pounding heart, turning towards the figure. A young woman dressed in formal leather wear with weapons by her side calls to me as my brows raise, “Who…who are you?” She called with the curled dark blue streaks in her hair and a formed frown on her temple. “I am Imogen, a guard assigned by Gamma Tarin,” she answers back, her eyes locked on me, and I was short of words. Compared to me, Imogen was a supermodel, tall with a striking, menacing glare that would turn heads.

Thankfully, Imogen does not remember anything about the incident and I hope it would remain that way. The bathroom door creaked open behind me. Sasha walked in, towel pressed to her damp hair. She froze when she saw me, then smiled like this was just another morning after a party. Like she had not tried to kill someone last night. In that moment she looked just like her father, Robert Padalecki. It didn’t matter that Sasha took her mother’s maiden name, West, she was just as evil as her father. “Mason,” she said, her voice light. “I didn’t hear you come in.”