the game of the liar and the loyalist - pll
Sylvester Everett Monroe
"Lying isn't the only crime you commit, my dear. Have a little wine from your dad's collection; I know you're familiar with that all too well." - A
Sylvester, the only male friend Alison truly had, stood in front of his house in the town where the self-righteous beauty, Alison, had disappeared. Let's hope he doesn't pour out his heart to a stranger.
After Alison's disappearance, the group he used to hang out with disbanded, leading him to move to Lyon, France. But, one single text would lead them to regroup and play the role of the liars in this wicked and twisted game of the loyalist.
"Who is this bitch?"
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Hi everyone, this is August (my middle name). I hope you guys like this story and it's summer vacation :) My apologies if there are any errors (grammar, spelling, sentence structures) in this story. I decided to make this story because I'm bored and be kind to all, unless they're bitchy of course.