Hide and Seek (The Lying Game, Book 4)
Sara Shepard
Language: English
Pages: 143
ISBN: B00FAPLTDC
Format: PDF / Kindle (mobi) / ePub
My friends and I used to play lying games.
Now my twin sister is living one.
When I was alive, my family seemed picture-perfect. My adoptive parents adored me, and my little sister, Laurel, copied my every move. But now that my long-lost twin, Emma, has taken my place to solve my murder, we’re both learning just how flawed my family really is.
Laurel is shooting Emma nasty looks and sneaking around with my ex-boyfriend. And it turns out my parents are keeping a huge secret—could it be the reason I’m dead?
How far would they go to keep the truth buried? No one can harm me now, but Emma is still fair game. And if she’s not careful, she’ll end up buried, too. . . .
From Sara Shepard, the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Pretty Little Liars books, comes a riveting series about secrets, lies, and killer consequences.
As I Knew Him: My Dad, Rod Serling
Radio Times [UK] (21 May 2016)
“This is Principal Ambrose. I have an announcement regarding the Harvest Dance next Friday.” Students perked up across the patio, and conversations ceased. “Due to the recent vandalism to school property,” Ms. Ambrose continued, “I regret to inform the student body that the dance has been canceled. Unless the persons responsible step forward, this decision is final.” Everyone collectively gasped. Girls groaned. The soccer table looked pissed. One girl actually started crying. Emma’s stomach
at Emma. “Um,” Emma stalled. She racked her brain for a Sutton-worthy idea. “With another prank.” “And, that’s my cue to leave,” Thayer said under his breath. He slipped his black bag over his shoulder and started across the patio. A streak of nerves passed through Emma. Lately the Lying Game pranks had been getting out of hand. Some of them, like Gabby disappearing in the desert, had been downright dangerous. “What if it’s…a nice prank?” Laurel wrinkled her nose. “Why would we be nice to
was sure everyone could hear it. “What do you think poisoned you?” Laurel asked, looking a little worried. “I hope I don’t get sick, too.” Emma shifted her weight, suddenly not remembering a single morsel of food that had been served at the party. “Uh, a hot dog, maybe,” she blurted, thinking of the time she’d gotten food poisoning from a hot dog she’d bought at a Vegas street stand. Grandma gave Emma a pointed look. “Hmm. I thought the food was delicious. Are you sure it wasn’t something else
froze for a moment, sure Mr. Vega would come screaming for her. Just keep going, she told herself, staring straight ahead and creeping toward the kitchen. You aren’t doing anything wrong. At the end of the hall, a curved wooden vase held skinny brown branches blooming with yellow flowers. An antique silver platter sat on a coffee table in a small sitting room. Emma crossed a Navajo-style carpet and rounded the corner into the kitchen, which still smelled faintly of spices from dinner. Just as
the woman’s grip. Different wasn’t exactly the look she was going for. Sutton’s grandmother squinted. “Is it your hair?” She put a bony, perfectly manicured finger to her lips. “What’s with the bangs in your eyes? How can you see?” “It’s the way everyone’s wearing them these days,” Emma said, pushing her bangs out of her eyes. She’d let them grow a little because Sutton’s bangs were this long, too, but deep down, she agreed with Sutton’s grandmother. Grandma wrinkled her nose, not satisfied.