Giorno X Trish Novels & Stories

I lay back flat on my bed as my legs could no longer support me. I looked at Shanine with great satisfaction. It seemed this pretty young lady had fallen for me. I was truly blessed. Soon, Kerrigan found out about our encounter. She warned Shanine not to take me all for herself, but Shanine wouldn't listen. She still came to see me. Eventually, both of them reached a tacit agreement. On Monday, Wednesday, and Friday, it would be Shanine's turn, and Kerrigan could have me on Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. Sundays were for me to get properly rested.

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."

“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 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.”

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.

"That's actually fine with him, besides I really have no plan on having an affair with a person who already has family. Anyway, let us wait for him to come here!" "What is your name?" Tricia asked. "And how old are you?" she added. "My name is Trisha but the spelling of my name is probably different from yours and I am 22 years old!" Tricia found the conversation quite boring. "K, I think I've had enough of this conversation... let us wait for Carlo to arrive here!"

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.

“Okay, sweetheart. Next month. The first Friday.” Trish let out a sob of relief, leaning back into the hug. “Now, wipe your tears,” Miss Britney urged, standing them both up. “Let’s get our faces cleaned up before Joseph sees us like this. We have to stay strong for each other, okay?” Trish nodded, taking Miss Britney’s hand as they stood together in the quiet kitchen, two survivors preparing for the hardest day of their lives. “Please, I really hate seeing you cry, Trish. Don’t you dare start again,” Miss Britney said, her voice light and coaxing.