Pretty Little Liars Zodiac Signs

My dormmate invites me to a college mate's engagement party. I choose an expensive tailor-made gown for the occasion. When I arrive at the hotel, I see several of my former classmates are already there. Everyone looks like they're doing well—they're wearing expensive clothing. Someone is even wearing something from a luxury brand. As soon as I enter the private room, a familiar classmate rolls her eyes at me. "Look at who it is—the woman who was once the most outstanding student in our class. You're dressed so plainly for such an important occasion." Everyone is circled around the classmate who's wearing something from a luxury brand. They ignore me. Only our former class monitor clinks glasses with me and consoles me softly. "It's good enough that you're here. You're dressed plainly, but don't give up. You'll succeed one day." I sip my wine and smile. "My outfit may not be too opulent, but it's an expensive, tailor-made piece. It's 100% handcrafted by a master designer."

Lee has been a rogue since she was five years old. What made her able to survive at such a young age, was her wolf, Suaco. Lee had been shifting ever since she could remember. She had been caught by a pack and kept in the dungeon, but she was rescued by the Lycan King since his little plaything was captured too. In her escape attempts from the grip of the Lycan King, Lee found herself attracted to the King. She has never been dominated by any male before, and what he is doing to subdue her, is causing changes in her mind. The Lycan King has another love, though, and Lee is not his soulmate either. Lee doesn't mind it since she has been alone for a long time, but having fun will not hurt anyone, except the jealous plaything the Lycan King had to rescue.

Ashley Elsher was known as someone who was scarred and ugly. And as a result, she already attracted lots of haters within her pack. Including her mother. After discovering Willow Baker, the only child and daughter of the Alpha of Blue Moon Pack decided to steal her mate, the soon-to-be Alpha of Burning Heart Pack, Marcellus Helter, she made a resolve to flee the pack to the city with the money she had been saving for over year. When she returned home that evening, she found out to her dismay that all her money were gone and the only suspect was her mother who hated her so much. Out of rage, she stormed out of the house and accidentally killed an Omega which in turn triggered her curse as a hybrid! Her new identity soon attracts vampires to the pack, thousands who wants her alive and other thousands who wants her dead. She is told of her past, the grievances and those she has to avenge. in her quest, she realizes she's a hybrid stealer. a hybrid stealer who only attracts Alphas and as a result of this, she not only has Vampires to deal with but also the Werewolves who sees her as a threat to their packs. In the long run, a long forgotten prophecy ruins her life by sending people after her. This also enables her to learn the secrets of her mother's family, the Elshers. In the long run she discovers being Ashley Elsher, the greatest supernatural who ever lived, isn't just an identity, it came with a death sentence. Come with us on this journey to see how secrets are spilled, loved ones are killed and only the nastiest make it out alive.

My son was no longer with us. His heart, while he still breathed, was cruelly harvested and given to someone of influence—Michele Finnen, the wife of Scott Langley. Just because she had heart disease and was powerful, she sent people to snatch my son away. As an orphan and now a single mother, my son was all the family I had. He would curl up in my arms and whisper, "Mommy, don't be scared. I'll protect you when I grow up!" He was the center of my universe. Consumed by a seething hatred for Michele, I craved vengeance. I was determined to reclaim my son's heart myself, ensuring he would leave this world whole. To do that, I set my sights on Michele's husband, Scott. He was still enamored with his first love. But fate played a cruel joke: suddenly, out of nowhere, that very woman experienced a car accident. And the strangest part? I looked almost just like her.

Oliver Harding and I are on our way to get a divorce when a truck rams into our car, making us turn turtle. Before I lose consciousness, I hear him say, "If I get a second chance at life, I'll definitely accept Zara's confession. Living a life of excitement with her is what I truly want." When I open my eyes again, I'm taken back to the day I got engaged. As in my past life, Zara Cox stands before Oliver with a bouquet and asks him whether he wants to be with her. He doesn't even spare me a glance as he drops to one knee before her. He holds out a ring and says, "I love you, Zara. Will you marry me?" Brilliant. He must have been reborn, too. I give them my blessings, and he and Zara live the exciting life he wants. But later, he falls to his knees before me. Tears stream down his face as he asks whether I can marry him again.

"And what do you intend to do with the power that comes with being my consigliera?" She smirked. "Good. And just a little touch of treason." Died as a weakling, reborn strong and wise. Andrea's stepmother had played her for a fool and gotten them all killed. Until the day of her death, Andrea blamed herself for the demise of her family. Now, being reborn, she has to hold on to those she once lost — or she might loose them all over again. And she would do this and get her revenge with the help of her perfect mafia boss fiancé - Ryker Darius.

On the day of our wedding, Liam Hopkins’ childhood sweetheart stood by the bridge, threatening to take her own life. The moment he hung up the phone, he was ready to leave. Desperately, I clung to his sleeve. “Liam, if you walk out that door, it’s over between us!” “Diana! This is a matter of life and death. I’ll marry you, but don’t make a scene!” With those words, he turned and rushed away, leaving me standing alone. Determined, I spun around and completed the wedding vows with another man. But later, he dared to ask why I didn’t wait for him. I laughed coldly. “Belated love? It’s cheaper than dirt.”

The day my son is born, my husband holds him tightly, looking overjoyed. However, while I'm asleep, he secretly swaps my son with the child next door—his first love's baby. I act like I know nothing and arrange for someone to switch the babies back. My husband wants me to raise someone else's child as my own but has no idea he's not even the father of my son. Ten years later, I transfer all my assets to my son's name as a birthday gift. That's when my husband's first love, Amanda Larkin, crashes the birthday party. She looks at me smugly and says, "The son you've treasured for the past decade is actually mine!"

I'm admitted to the hospital for gastritis, but my boyfriend shoots to his feet after receiving a call. "Chelsea has a fever. I'll go check on her; I'll be right back!" He runs off without waiting for me to say anything and doesn't return for the rest of the night. That night, I see a short clip that Chelsea Calloway has shared. "I'm not afraid of any illness with you by my side." I comment, "He is pretty good at caring for others."

My husband's first love had been trapped in a car for an hour. After they pulled her out, his rage shifted onto me. “It’s your fault she got hurt,” he spat, his eyes blazing as he grabbed me. Before I could make sense of what was happening, he forced me into a wooden box, slamming the lid down with a deafening crack. “You’re going to feel every ounce of the pain she went through,” he hissed, nailing it shut. I pounded on the walls, my screams tearing through the air. “Please, I didn’t do anything! Let me out!” My throat burned with the effort, my fists aching, but nothing stopped him. “Stay in there until you’ve figured out how to act like a decent human being,” he said, his voice cold, dripping with contempt. Hours passed. My body twisted unnaturally in the tight space, bones throbbing as blood smeared the wood beneath me. I whispered into the dark, the pain unbearable. "Please… just let me out…" But he didn’t care. A week later, he returned, his laughter echoing with hers as they entered the house, carefree from their trip. He finally opened the box. But by then, I was already gone. The woman he locked away was no longer breathing, no longer pleading. Just a cold, silent corpse.