Welcome To The Dollhouse Pretty Little Liars Novels & Stories

"So are you princess. I've got a gift for you, let's go check it out." We all went out to the garden and it was a live in dollhouse. It was painted pink and was filled with different toys, there was even a portrait of Elsa and Anna on the wall. It was perfect for her. "Do you like it?" Travis asked watching her reaction. "Yes, daddy. I love it." She smiled widely taking in the dollhouse as if she couldn't still believe it was hers. "I'm glad you love it, princess." He said twirling her around and she was giggling.

Nick looked on in disbelief. In front of him, piles of dolls filled almost half the lobby—of various sizes, colors, and shapes. Some were as tall as Luna's waist, while others were small and hung in transparent bags. Added to that was a plastic bag full of equally numerous room accessories, a rabbit-shaped night light, character pillows, and pastel-patterned blankets. Nick sighed deeply, his chest rising and down slowly. “She's really like a little kid!” He thought.

Bloody Viktor! He's left me in the dark. I have no idea if Nilo or Zara are alive. Oh God, breathe, just breathe. "Look, Aria!" Mila's voice rang through the haze, and I turned to see her eyes shining with excitement. She was pointing at the dollhouses lined up on a shelf, each one more elaborate than the next. "See this one?" she chirped, pulling me closer. "It's got a little garden and a swing. And this one here's got tiny rooms, and you can even see the little dishes in the kitchen!"

I returned to campus full of enthusiasm. That night, my roommates and I gathered in the dorm room. One of them mentioned that he'd caught wind of some major gossip on campus. He said a promiscuous woman had hooked up with Jerry, and there was even a video of it circulating on campus. I couldn't help but scoff at the audacity of this woman. Everyone started egging my roommate on to show the video. To my surprise, he wasn't lying—there really was a video. Everyone clamored to see it, and I didn't hold back my curiosity either.

I know my job and I will do it. “I guess you don’t even care that I’m innocent?” She ambles toward me. Sex is intensely painted on each toenail, bare on the wooden floor. She is the doll occupying space in her tiny wooden dollhouse. We are her stuffed animals awaiting her fake tea and Play-Doh cookies. Delicate Heather hosts one last time.

"Did he send this?" Before I could answer, I heard little feet pattering quickly across the floor. "Mama, who is at the door?" Lorna asked, walking up beside Nixie. She had a smudge of chocolate ice cream on her chin. Lorna peeked around my legs and looked into the hallway. Her eyes went wide that she dropped her plastic spoon. "Whoa," Lorna breathed out. Her attention went straight to the custom-built wooden dollhouse. It was painted in the exact pink color she loved, with tiny, perfect windows and a real shingled roof. It was a masterpiece. It was a little girl's dream.

Damien followed behind us, his footsteps quiet on the stairs. Lily's room was a explosion of pink and purple. Stuffed animals covered the bed. Drawings papered the walls. A bookshelf overflowed with stories. It was clearly a room made with love. "See? Daddy painted it my favorite colors." Lily spread her arms wide. "And he got me this." She pointed to a massive dollhouse in the corner. "It has real lights and everything." "It's beautiful," I said, my throat tight. Lily suddenly gasped, her eyes dropping to my stomach. "Elena, are you having a baby?"

She wondered what little child had purchased the doll, once upon a time, and if it had been loved. She also wondered if it was wearing underwear. Tilting the doll over, she lifted the skirt to reveal a carefully knit pair of white panties under the dress. Feeling weird for even thinking such a thing, she tucked it under her arm when the door opened, walking down the long hallway to her apartment. It was small, but it was hers. Only six hundred square feet, it had a small kitchen which turned into her bedroom. She never bothered having company over-there were plenty of more interesting places to meet friends in town. She set the doll on the counter next to her files and walked into the bathro

Aiah squealed, almost jumping in excitement. But Dylan was the complete opposite, quiet, observing, withdrawn. Definitely a little aloof. “Dylan, I’ll show you my doll collection! And my books, you’ll like them, promise!” I laughed softly, hoping Dylan wouldn’t get too annoyed by my daughter’s energy. When we reached the condo… “Dylan! You didn’t tell me we’re neighbors! OMG, just steps away. Don’t you think it’s destiny for our family?” Aiah’s eyes sparkled with mischief.

However, nothing answered. It looked like those three had been the only ones. Still cautious, Hayley led her dogs inside. Even without zombies, she never let her guard down. The place was a three-story villa—two floors above ground, one below. The furnishing was fancy, luxurious, and dripping with old-money wealth. The inside, though, was wrecked. Empty bottles and food trays littered the floor, while piles of neatly wrapped gifts crowded the entryway. Hayley picked one up. The tag read, "Happy 20th Birthday, Lisa".