Giorno X Trish Mga Nobela at Kwento

On that Friday morning, Tristan hadn't shown up at the company, leaving Xavier very irritated. Without Tristan's presence, it was Xavier who was in charge of the paperwork that needed to be passed on to him, but most of the time, Xavier ended up doing Tristan's work himself. He separated the papers into two piles: one for contracts and advantageous ideas, and the other for disposable things. And the worst part was, it was a Friday. Xavier knew he would be very busy on his only days off.

Viv keeps on greeting everyone with a smile as people stare at me weirdly. "Morning everyone," she says. People gathered in no time. "As you all know Christmas hasn't been celebrated since the tragic incident that took place but this year is going to be different because we are celebrating Christmas!!" She says. Everybody claps and chats happily. "I'll like us all to get to work and get the decorations ready," she says. Everybody leaves. "That was easy," I say smiling. "The perks of been beta female," she says with a smile. "You said something about a tragic incident. What's that?" I questioned her. She takes a deep breath.

What does that make me? His voice trailed off, as if he realized just how ridiculous he sounded. I stepped back, avoiding his hand. Then, slowly, I pulled off the ring from my fourth finger and hurled it at Carrie's face with all my strength. "No need to test me anymore. I wish you two everlasting happiness. Just don't drag me into your mess again." The ring struck her cheek. She shrieked and clutched her face. "Are you insane?!" Darren quickly stepped in front of her, glaring at me.

It had all our rare moments together over the last three years. There was footage of Blake patiently training me under the moonlight, our first hunting trip when he protected me, and the first time he gave me a birthday gift. When I thought of all that and as I watched what was supposed to be my farewell turn into their celebration, my chest ached. I wondered if Blake even remembered that this was the last event I would ever plan for the pack. While he was getting cozy with Wendy, did it ever cross his mind that we still had three days left before the contract ended and our bond officially broke?

Aside from the classic song from the stereo, the journey was quiet. “I heard about you,” said Trish as we entered the edge of the city. “I am Trish, by the way.” She glanced at me and I gave her a friendly smile. “Nice to meet you, Trish. I am Xyrra.” “Cool name,” she commented.

I wondered if she had run that plan by Collier before agreeing to it or just assumed he'd be down for her becoming a permanent fixture in his home. I put the top down on the convertible and dialed my bestie, whose other half answered the phone. Jesus, today was not my day. "Giselle." "Hey, Trish. Can Veronica come to the phone?" I shouldn't have messed with her. I knew better. But I'd had my fill of overprotective women. I wasn't interested in fucking my best friend, and if I had been, Trish never would have met her. "You know, you could be a little more respectful."

Before graduation, my boyfriend, Ethan Johnson and I planned a cross-country road trip. My roommate, Juliet Miller, kindly offered to organize our itinerary. On departure day, her luggage sat in the front seat. Her phone was connected to the car console. The only bed bore a tag ‘Juliet’s Spot.’ Ethan patted my head with a casual smile. “Juliet gets carsick in the back. Be good and sleep on the roof tent.” Driving through the desert that night, they left me at a gas station to guard our gear while they shot stargazing videos. I waited until dawn. Then Juliet posted a photo in our group chat. She wore my jacket in the passenger seat. Ethan’s arm rested behind her chair. My parents

Trisha, on the other hand, called Trixie, as she had promised before, she would call the lady as often as she found time, and today as she was preparing to leave Denny's house to visit her mom, she was on the phone with Trixie. "Hi, sweetie!" Trixie gleefully answered the call. Unlike Trisha, Trixie was leisurely having her morning exercise, her yoga. Her phone was on a loudspeaker as she stretched her muscles gracefully. "Good morning!" Trisha greeted with enthusiasm. "You sound strange," Trixie uttered with a frown, followed by a chuckle. "Forgive me; I just thought I heard you happy but sad. I'm being paranoid. I think hahaha," Trixie explained hurriedly, still chuckling as she reproached

**Xavier** "Let go of me, Xavy! What are you doing? You're hurting me!" Trisha’s voice cracked as she struggled in my grip. "You're choking me..stop it! Please!" But I didn’t let go. Not yet. I wanted her to feel it. The pressure. The fear.. She needed to understand what crossing me looked like. Her nails dug into my wrist, desperate. I saw the panic in her eyes, saw the tears forming. Her body trembled.

“You think you’re clever, don’t you? Let’s see how clever you are when Damon realizes you’re not worth the trouble.” I took a step closer and lowered my voice. “You’ve been hanging around Damon long enough to know he doesn’t waste time on things that aren’t worth it. So maybe you should take a long, hard look in the mirror. Perhaps then, you'd know better.” For a moment, Trisha looked genuinely shocked, but she quickly masked it with a haughty glare. “Enjoy it while it lasts,” she hissed before storming off. As she disappeared, Xander clapped a hand on my shoulder. “Now that was impressive. Damon’s going to love hearing about this.”