Quotes From A Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

"Or what? You'll murder me just like you did to Alyssa?" ‎ ‎That statement elicits gasps throughout the class. ‎ ‎I glare at her. ‎"What kind of accusation is that? How could I possibly murder someone?" ‎ ‎"We should be asking you that question." Luciana shoots back at me. "What would you gain by killing Alyssa?" ‎ ‎"I don't even know the person. Why-" ‎

He looks terrified and Lil is openly laughing. “That guy had it coming. Nasty p*dophile deserved it thinking he could take her on ‘cause of her size.” “Still in the room, assholes. Let’s go find Gentry and Elena and ask about the shimmers on your screen.” “Is there something I need to know Nathaniel? I mean it’s okay if you’re into glitter and rhinestones. I just need to rethink what I’m going to get you for your birthday.” She laughs.

Anna said "Are you listening to yourself Anna? So I'll just do what? Walk up to my big bad Mafia boss with anger issues and say hey Mr Leonardo DiCaprio, you share a certain uncanny resemblance a guy I once had a one night stand with, but the guy had some tattoo of lilies on his chest so pull off your shirt lemme see if you have the same tattoos to prove whether you are my one night stand guy or not" Lily said sarcastically "Right, that makes no sense" Anna nodded

Not in cheers. In shock. A gasp tore through the gallery like wind through dry leaves. Reporters scrambled for pens. Sophia’s roommates — Mira, Zara, Rose, and Claire — sat bolt upright. Mira: “She’s a psychopath? Like, full-on, movie-level?” Zara: “I told you! No one smiles that much without an agenda!” Rose, deadpan: “She is just so EVILLLLLLL!.” Claire: " I can't believe we share the same name. That woman shouldn't bear 'claire'".

Jaxon stared at the candles, unmoving. “Make a wish,” Lilith whispered brightly. Jaxon didn’t respond immediately. Xavier leaned slightly toward him. “Go on.” After a second, Jaxon blew out the candles. Everyone clapped. Lilith smiled, but Xavier’s gaze drifted. He was seeing something else entirely. The cake in the garden. The mango slices. Aurora’s face. The mango slices on the cake. Her saying, “That sweet lady is dead.” Something didn’t add up.

"Sophie? Why would Sophie tell you anything?" His smile widened, the opposite of warmth wearing warmth's shape. "Because you're a fool," he said, simply, the way you'd say because the sky is blue. He stepped closer. "Your friend Sophie has such a keen eye for detail." He sipped. "She tells me everything." The room was very quiet. "The way he touches you." He let that sit. "The pathetic little phone he gave you." Another step. "Even your shadow betrays you, Lilith."

Charlie whispered, his voice muffled by the fabric of her dress , my sweet little boy, don’t disturb mommy, okay? Lydia smoothed her hand over his hair, her eyes looking past him toward the hallway that led to the east wing. Her smile remained, but her heart was icy. The trap was set. Charlie was ready to drag the entire city to the gala to witness the lie, and all she had to do now was make sure her pathetic parents didn't let the truth slip before the curtain rose.

I glared, the heat in my cheeks contrasting greatly with my words. I hated this feeling. It's stupid. Sara kept sipping her juice like she was watching a show. “Okay then, you’re not.” She teased. The librarian shushed us. Again. The library doors clicked open. I didn’t look up. It seemed irrelevant, especially when the comments had catchy phrases. ##I’m guessing she's a new bitch. ##Jorxander What the fuck?! Footsteps echoed in the library. A book fell on our table loudly.

Holy mother of roasted marshmallows, I would never be able to eat them again. Suddenly my whole life scanned in front of me. The sleepovers with Janice and Brittany, ganging up on Logan and Alan, trying to make cookies which would always ended in a food fight. Late night chats and then sleeping until noon. Going to malls and trying on dresses to make ourselves feel good. Pillow fights with my brothers. Kian always blaming me for things and getting away with it. Dad swinging me on the swings as the wind caressed my face. Mom scarifying her sleep when we were unwell. Connor never approving of any guy I was friends with. Mrs. Finn ordering me to tutor Ace. Our kisses, our fights, our sarcastic

"Is that so, my pretty little liar?" His nickname hurts, yet I know it's a synonym for the nickname he's called me all my life. But I much prefer my pretty little plaything. "For a man of your status, you sure act impulsively when you haven't even cared to gather all the facts." "Oh, Emma, you wound me with your lack of confidence in my abilities." "I—" his lips smash down on mine, his tongue—that tastes distinctly like the cigarette that's still burning beside my face—sweeping over my lips and finding entrance into my mouth.