Eric And Tris Fanfiction Novels & Stories

As she passed me, she deliberately brushed against my shoulder too forcefully. The tray slipped, crashing to the floor. Shards of glass and food scattered everywhere, and I hissed as one sharp edge sliced into my leg. "Becky!" all three of them shouted at once, rushing to her side. They didn't even glance at me. Becky stood unscathed but still clung to Chris's arm, pouting. Her glare sliced through me, sharp as the glass in my skin. "I know you don't like me, Erica, but hurting me won't change anything. It's not my fault the Alphas prefer me. Look in the mirror. Do you really think any man would choose you?"

She asked him, voice quaking with sadness. Eric chuckled again before he placed his hands behind him. His hands came to the front with another loaded gun and he cocked it before he pointed it at Triniti. “Then, I won’t hesitate to kill you.” Eric told her with a regular ass tone. Eric was somebody who just did not give a damn. He stared at Triniti with a blank expression and I knew he was serious. I could tell he was upset about his daughter mating with my brother, but it happened. There was nothing he could do about that.

He touched her cheek gently and she glanced up at him. “You really are an overbearing prick sometimes, you know that?” “Yeah, I know. I have your best interest at heart, so you forgive me. Right?” “Heh. Hardly.” “Yo, Sed, what’s taking so long?” Eric called from the end of the hallway. “Is Trey coming over or what?” Sed had completely forgotten that he was supposed to call Trey. “Change of plans, dude. I have to go do something with Jessica real quick.” Eric rolled his eyes and made a sound of annoyance. “You know bands break up because of their singers’ girlfriends for a reason.”

Draven raised his eyebrows, "Eric, what's up?" "I finished your chapter," he handed the drawings back, and when Draven noticed there was not a single correction, he frowned. "You didn't write anything, was it all good?" Eric gulped; he could not lie or else he would lose his job. When he did not respond, Draven raised his eyes, meeting his gaze with his piercing blue irises, "Eric?" "I can't really say," Eric lied, "I'll have to read it again—" "Then why are you leaving?" he seemed angry, "Read it again right now."

------- Eric was happy when the time was almost six. It's time for him to go home. He packed the papers he was working on into his briefcase, stood up from his seat and walked out of the office. Alex and Tom were waiting for him. He entered the car and Tom drove off. On the way, Eric asked Tom to stop at the ice cream parlor. He bought some ice cream for Katrina. He was hoping to win her over with this. They got home soon and he came down from the car and walked into the house.

Usually, it would be filled with Luca, Sarach, and some of my close men arguing, playing chess, and having fun. Now all I can think of is how awkward it would feel with Eric here. They might just see him as a fuck boy and would not accept him. And after all he has gone through I don't think he would need anyone to reject him or make him feel unloved. Right now I want to be in Florina. In their small town, Eric puts on my bathrobe and cooks or watches a movie. Anything but here with these people. My phone rings fine, dragging me grim thoughts. It's Eric.

Gripping on his collar tightly and Tristan had no choice but to surrender. "Fine...let me go first before I tell you." Slowly releasing him he fixed his clothes before speaking out. "Alpha Eris loved someone else before you came. Don't ask me who it is this is not my story to tell, Iris. I have loyalty towards Eris and you're forcing me to destroy it. Just get in there will you? He's getting impatient and screaming at me through the mind-link." Tristan moved away leaving her alone in the hallway. Eris loved someone else? Those words feels like cold water being poured down her. The once broken heart got crushed again. This girl must have some kind of hold over Eris. How she wished Eris could

He had a stern and empty look toward Trishia. "Come on, Mr. Grant. Can you please cooperate and give us a little fun? I'm being impatient here, "Trishia spoke in a complaining tone at the same time provoking Eric but the latter still didn't respond. "Up to you... I may spill something that I know." Trishia added with a wicked grin on her face as she continued pestering Eric. Eric still didn't need to say anything about how he disliked Trishia. He disliked her whole being.

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."