Pretty Little Liars: Original Sin Imogen Novels & Stories

Cassian—or rather the figure that wore his face like a second skin—sat motionless in the dim glow of the living room lamp, eyes locked on Nagur with a stare so focused. The warmth from earlier had evaporated. This was Lucien, the real shadow behind the mask, the one who had slipped into Cassian’s place while the heir slept. His expression was raw dominance, and cynical, his lips curled in a dark, lustful smirk that promised no mercy. The twins, Orion and Azriel, lay curled at his feet on the thick rug, their bare chests rising and falling in soft, even breaths, completely spent and oblivious, their spent cocks soft against their thighs, dried cum flaking on their skin from the kitchen frenzy

She ignores him as she looks straight at Dad and the witches before giving Leo a small nod, turning back to Magdalene and raising her chin. “There’s no need for him to tell you anything, because I witnessed her in action that night. Probe my mind, Elder Witch, and you shall see, that it was not the Lycan Princess who killed those girls. I swear an oath by Selene and on my mother’s life that I speak only the truth and I assure you, you will not be disappointed.” “And you are?” Magdalene asks as all eyes remain on the newest entrant to the courtroom. “My name is Charlotte Sophia Arden, and I was there the night my brother, The Solaris King, Alpha Royce Jonathan Arden, saved his princess and sl

I patted his back gently, soothing him as if comforting a child. "Don’t ever do something so dangerous by yourself again," he murmured, his voice thick with emotion. "When I saw you in that man’s hands, I thought my heart would stop." "I had a backup plan, didn’t I?" I replied, playfully dangling the modified necklace in front of him. It had a tiny tracking device inside, ensuring that Liam could locate me even without a phone. He took the necklace and slowly pocketed it, a hint of stubbornness in his tone. "Next time, don’t bring this. Bring me."

I sat there with my hands on the keyboard and my tea going cold and something very calm and very wrong settling over me. They were telling me I had just been inseminated with a stranger's sample. I read it a third time to make sure I hadn't misunderstood. I hadn't. I typed the name from the legal notice into the search bar with fingers that were not entirely steady. Cael Sinclair. The results loaded instantly. Pages of them. Sinclair Industries. Billionaire. Portland-based. Thirty-four years old. Private, notoriously private, barely a personal photograph anywhere, mostly press shots from corporate events where he stood at the edge of the frame like he'd agreed to be photographed the way oth

"That was my plan when I came here, you should get used to it" "Why will you do such a cruel thing? Distract someone like me from working" "Now that you said it, I feel powerful knowing the lord can't focus with me around," She said while they both smiled, Imogen, stood up, put the book she was reading on his desk, and went to sit on Simon's thighs. She engulfed her hand around his neck and patted his hair gently. She is happy yet disturbed, and Simon can see that. "What is it? You looked bothered" He questioned and Imogen bit her lips nervously.

"You! How dare you use human terminology in our sacred council?" "But, Your Highness," I countered with a lazy smile, "isn’t Lady Imogen human as well? Or are you planning to insult all humans now?" Imogen Noble, a descendant of supernatural hunters, cleared her throat, breaking the thick silence that followed. "Alpha Zephyr, watch your tone. This council is not something to be taken lightly." I tilted my head slightly, my faint smile still lingering on my face. "My apologies, Your Highness." But there was no remorse in my voice.

Except I couldn’t even manage that. The early flickering flames were extinguished by the rainstorm. Then I realised by starting a great big fucking fire in the middle of nowhere I would only be attracting more attention to myself. “Hey Maddox,” came a soft, childlike voice. Watching like a ghoul a few metres away stood Imogen. Her auburn hair and golden eyes are just like Thalia’s except she was much more petite. Draped in a heavy maroon cloak against the rain and black leather boots she looks like a twisted Red Riding Hood.

Soon, I was sure she would become uncomfortable from what I did, and only when it became too much for her would I let her off, but until then, this was her punishment. “Atticus,” she gasps, beginning to writhe. “It’s cold.” “This is your punishment,” I husk, continuing my attack. “You were a very bad girl for allowing that vampire to touch you.” "That..." she gasps, but stops as I pinch her clit. “Did I give you permission to argue?” “No.” “Then be a good girl and stay quiet before I have to make you.” With each passing minute, I could feel my dark side coming forward and wanting to take over so that it could take Tabitha as its own. This could only mean one thing, and even if I wanted to de

I learned that the hard way that night. I leaned forward in the mirror, letting the cold glass kiss my forehead. One day, they’d all pay. Kael. Evelyn. Damon. But it wouldn’t be a storm that ripped them apart. It would be me. Quiet. Careful. Calculated. Elegant. Sweet. And beautiful. Like rot spreading through the roots of a tree. And I would start with her. Sienna. The traitor. The Omega who had no business being in their home. In their bed. In Damon’s arms. Giving birth to a child that should have never existed. Sleeping with the man who caused my mother’s death, wearing her pain like it didn’t matter.

“The child… Imogen Red. Most of her information is private, so I wasn't able to get much, but I do know for sure that she's Lisa Red's daughter.” My fingers tightened around the wheels. I'd suspected it, but having it confirmed sent another kind of frustration. Was it not enough that the bitch returned after so many years, but she had to do that with a child? “Did you get the other information I asked for?” “Yes, ma'am.” He cleared his throat. “Imogen attends Bright Purpose Elementary School. Considering her age, I estimated her to be in the kindergarten stage.” Bright Purpose? It rang a bell, but I wasn't sure why?