Giorno X Trish Mga Nobela at Kwento

Xavier woke up due to his phone ringing ‘repeatedly’, he stood up, nude, from the bed. On his bed was a red haired girl named Trisha who he had spent his night with, he picked up his phone. It was his man Kruger calling. “You better have a good reason for waking me up this early if not...” Xavier said letting Kruger sort out the rest. “My man this is urgent stuff” he said and immediately switched to Italian so that no one close by would hear their conversation.

"No, don't do that. I'm not interested in him." "Shame. He's a sexy one." Lisa shook her head and pulled a few papers from her briefcase before working through her e-mail. "You want coffee?" Trisha yelled from down the hall. "Hell yes. Mine was horrible this morning. Not too much sugar please." "I know how you like it. I've been with you for more than a month now." Trisha set the steamy mug down, a kind smile on her mouth. "True. Forgive me. Long week already."

I said in a stutter, but stopped when Xander walked closer to her. "Is this your mom, Trisha?" He asked as he grinned at her. I chuckled nervously. "Yes she is. She's my mom. I mean, my mother-in-law." "Oh nice." He said, and stretched his hand for a handshake. Good for me, he was smart enough to grasp that he had to put on an act. "Nice meeting you ma'am. My name is Xander. I'm Trisha's colleague at her office." "Colleague?" She raised an eyebrow at him, obviously still doubting me. "But how can a colleague be dressed like this for a business meeting? That's what I need an answer for. I didn't ask for your name." She lamented.

“Now go take a shower, throw these clothes in the bin and try your beds. Don’t be surprised if you sleep the whole night through.” Trisha came from the couch, where she and Isaac had set a laptop with the live feeds from the three cameras. She winked with a proud smile. “You’re gonna fucking love the footage,” she said to Isaac. “Language,” Amy and I chided her. Trisha frowned, looked back at the couch and grimaced. “Hope I wasn’t sitting on her lap?” she whispered. Isaac gave Trish a grinning thumb up. “You’re owing me the phone videos.”

The shock on the elders face was indescribable, murmurs already going out as they all stared at her. Trish bowed, a smirk on her lips as she looked at those faces who didn’t even pity her as they tortured the life out of her. “Wh…wh…she can’t be real…” one of the elders stuttered, returning his gaze back to Ronan who just stared straight ahead. “She arrived in this pack yesterday, no purpose, nothing and this time we’re going to find out who exactly she was working for the other time.” “You can’t find out. They all think I’m dead.” Trish cut in.

The man who had answered the door, presumably Trish's partner, lingered nearby, his gaze alternating between curiosity and a hint of mischief. Trish turned to him, shaking her head playfully. “Babe, this is Eva. We used to be in the same group back in the day.” He extended a hand toward me with a warm smile. “Nice to meet you, Eva. I'm Alex, Trish's better half, or so she claims.” I shook his hand, grateful for the friendly gesture. “Pleasure to meet you, Alex.” Trish motioned towards the living area, where scattered belongings and a haphazardly arranged movie collection greeted my eyes. “Sorry for the mess. We were just… caught up in something.”

I sigh again. Trish, my father’s third wife, comes to the living room. She has been living with us for a week now. For the past week her and papa’s son, and my half-brother Miles, who is 12 years old, injured himself during a football match, he fractured his hand and has been feverish since then. Trish moves in with her son. She has no interest in my father's wealth or newly single status. Unlike my mother, she knows enough of the man whom she was married to.

CHAPTER 033 ALICIA’S POV. “We’ll try again tomorrow,” the priestess said, her gaze offering me a reassuring look. She squeezed my arm gently, her lips pressed together in a straight tight line, “thank you once again, for giving this a try, Alicia. I promise to be of help as much as I can.” She said. I smiled back to her, her words weirdly settling in me. There was something about her eagerness to help me that I was yet to unravel but as long as she kept to the terms we both made to each other this morning, I was willing to let those ones go and just focus.

And I, the rightful wife, had been exiled to this windowless storage room. The piercing ring of a cellphone suddenly shattered the dead silence, violently yanking me from my memories. "Hello, this is Elysian Crypts Eternal Rest," a graceful female voice said. "Miss Seraphina, are you still in need of the 'Twilight Ash Ceremony' you inquired about?" "If you place a deposit now, we can hold it for you for seven days. Otherwise, it will be offered to another noble awaiting their final slumber." That was the resting ceremony I had looked into a month ago.

MEANWHILE, George took advantage of the opportunity to whisper to Trist. "She's beautiful, and she got my attention. But I think she's interesting to you." George said teasingly. "Impossible!" Trist's answer whispered back, causing George to lower voice laugh. "Look, he's worried about you. But it looks like you're going to have a rival." George's teasing. "Is that how the Doctor works with patients?" Trist seemed to object to George. "Get back to your work!" Command it.