Romans & histoires Divergent Fanfiction Tris And Four

Everyone believed Vikron was dead. "Roxan would never lie to me," Sigewuf muttered, knotting his fingers together to stop them from shaking. If Vikron were alive. . . If Vikron had come for Camille. . . Then he was sending one message. Revenge. Adrish paled. "She’s the Tribrid. You can't let Vikron have her!" Sigewuf blinked… then let out a short, hollow laugh. "Camille? Wasn't it a tale about the Tribrid? Because two years of marriage went by and she couldn’t even sense my scent."

“What are you talking about?” “Bree Hans?”he scoffed, saying my fake name. Leaning in, his eyes locked onto mine with zero mercy. “Did you really think changing your name and moving to a poor border town would make everyone forget? The whole northern territory knows what happened, Trixie.” The sound of my real name out of his mouth felt like a bucket of ice water poured directly down my spine. “The weak little omega who wanted to be a star,” Harlan continued, taking another slow step forward, completely cornering me against the boards.

"Maisie was too sweet. WildRose was too intense. MidnightConfidant was too rational. They were all versions of you shaped around whatever I wanted at the time." He lifted his head and looked at me intently. "But the person I love is Serena Hayes, the real Serena who gets pissed off, cries, and tells me I'm a piece of trash. That said, I'm breaking up with all of them." I froze. "What?" Tristan's fingers moved across the screen. "Goodbye, Maisie." He deleted the account. "Goodbye, WildRose." Another account was deleted. "Goodbye, ChaosPixie."

Faustino teased as Aiden approached. "'Our' boyfriend? I'm only meant for Tristan," Aiden shot back as he reached them. "I think he gets that now," Tristan said, his lips curling into a faint smile. He turned to Faustino. "I'm heading out. Cheers to the four years we survived." Tristan reached out, taking Aiden’s hand without hesitation. Aiden’s eyes darted around nervously as he leaned closer to whisper, "What are you doing? Want to start a rumor?"

"Good. Because if you did, you would have never cheated on me. Now, I'm done with this conversation. I'm done with you." Chris's eyes snapped back to Tris, a desperate look in his eyes. "Tris, don't go. Please." Tris turned and walked away, leaving Chris standing alone. "Goodbye, Chris," she said, not looking back. As she walked away, Chris called out to her. "Tris, wait! I'll do anything to make it right!" But Tris just kept walking, leaving Chris's desperate cries behind her. To be continued…

Angry tears slid down my cheeks as I closed my eyes and hugged Liam tighter. Why? Why didn’t the moon goddess mate me to this man? Why didn’t I fall in love with this man first? Why didn’t I meet this man first? Why? Why? Why did I have to meet Nathaniel Deluxe? He broke me and took a part of me away from me and yet he did not blink an eye as he shoved the divorce papers at me. And now… there is a possibility he wants me back? God forbid! I will never return to him! I hate him so much.

In this deep connection, Tritan is granted access to Finrir's perspective, experiencing how Finrir sees him with a profound and unconditional love that Tritan never believed possible. With the bond solidified, Tritan is overcome with a profound sense of unity. Their minds intertwine, their thoughts and emotions intertwining like the ebb and flow of the ocean currents. Tritan is filled with a newfound understanding and a deep appreciation for the bond they share. The revelation of Finrir's love for him, experienced firsthand, fills Tritan's heart with joy and a sense of belonging that he had longed for.

He slowly takes my lips in his, the kiss is slow, not like the others, this one is full of emotions. My body is pressed against his. I gently push him, he let's go off my lips "I can't do this, I'm sorry" I breath out before walking out of the office trying to catch my breath, my heart is pounding hard against my chest. I don't hate or dislike you Tris, I'm doing this for you, I hope you understand. Another update 😁😁😁 The book is getting interesting, and guess what? You'll see Elaine and Rhys in the next coming chapters 😁😁

Arnou tightened his hold on my arm and gave Triss a warning look, but she ignored it and hissed at me. “Can we talk?” I asked her calmly. “Who the hell are you, and what have you done with DACIANA!” She growled as her eyes changed between slits and oval ones, betraying her anger and her urge to shift. “Triss, stop,” Arnou commanded as he narrowed his eyes at her. But I could feel his emotions, and underneath his relief at having me back, fear and wariness stuck put, coating my tongue like a bad taste. “What do you mean stop? She’s clearly not your wife!” Triss yelled, giving him an incredulous look.

“Tell me about the boy in blue. Finn, right? What did he do that was so unforgivable?” I stared into the flames. “He kissed me. We were supposed to be friends,” Triss whistled low. “Classic. They fail to maintain the boundaries.” I laughed. “You sound like you’ve been there.” “Twice,” she admitted. “The first husband thought silence was strength. The second one thought possession was love. Both wrong. I walked away from the second with nothing but bruises and a very expensive divorce lawyer. Best money I ever spent.” She leaned forward, elbows on her knees. “Your turn. What’s the real story with Vincent? Because the way he looks at you… that’s not uncle-niece. Not entirely.”