Giorno X Trish Novels & Stories

The line rang three times before he answered. "Dr. Aris speaking," his professional voice sounded over the small speaker. "Doctor, this is Tracy Xander," I said, my voice trembling. "I need your help. I am trapped at the Gaunt Packhouse. I am having a severe flare-up of my Lunar Decay, and the pack doctors refuse to treat me. I am coughing up blood and my body is failing." A brief pause hung on the line. The doctor knew pack politics were incredibly dangerous for human outsiders to navigate.

“Breezer?” She turned, met him without flinch. “Smooth line,” she said, a sly curl at her mouth. “Why not. I’m Trish.” “Scott.” Seth set two bottles down, condensation pooling. Scott paid on reflex. “You’re with the island crowd,” she said. “Sort of. United Families of Hell find a new hell,” he said, and wished he hadn’t. Her fingertip traced the glass lip. “Found anything weird out there yet?”

"Fine, I guess. If you don't want, that is." "But we are going weekday drinking!" Trisha declared. Willow sighed, knowing that she could not get out of that one. . . . ___________________

“What do we do if you don’t come back?” “I will find my way back to you both,” I promise. “I have my ways.” Leaning down, I kiss Faye, then turn and kiss Arthur. Our foreheads touch, creating a triangle. I place a hand on each of their cheeks and murmur. “Trust me. No matter what you hear or see, wait for me.” Tears start to form in the corner of Faye’s eyes. It breaks me to see her so sad so soon. She has lost her best friend. Now I am leaving her too.

Trisha explained. "You are shouting at me, who are you to do that?? Who give you the power to do that?! I'm so busy, what the fuck is your problem, huh??!" Lexter Montero casting a sharp stare to Trisha, "You are already here, what are you still complaining?!" "Trisha Wilson can not complaint and argue more as she felt Lexter's anger in his voice and his face aura. "I haven't seen you for more than a week now, I miss you, Darling," Trisha coquittishly said in a soft voice as she sat on the arm of Lexter's swivel chair and put her arms around his neck.

There were several times I'd gotten upset and asked why I could never reach her. Yet, she had looked at me with irritation and snapped, "Is the world ending? Every time I see a string of missed calls from you, it makes me sick!" Now, the tables had turned. … My friends and I stayed out until late into the night. Just as the evening was winding down, Roxanne pushed the door open, slightly breathless from the rush. She pulled out a chair and sat beside me as if it were the most natural thing in the world. Then, she snatched the glass from my hand.

"Tribrid relics carry blood memory. If you touch it..." "I'll see what she saw." "Possibly. Or feel what she felt. Or both." His eyes moved to my wrist, where the Triskelion had faded back to nothing but still ached faintly under the skin. "Your witch side has been growing stronger every day. If anyone could access a blood memory cleanly, it would be you. But Aria—" He paused. "It could also be the thing that breaks you. Three of these women didn't survive their own awakening. Touching what's left of one of them, while your own bleeds are still this unstable..."

It's a good thing Aaliyah listened to her, and it's good that everything is clear now. Her brother and best friend will also be together soon. “They're so envy-worthy, aren't they?” Jacob whispered to Trish's left ear, causing her to startle. “What the.. Why are you whispering?” Trish irritatedly replied. “We won't disturb them?” Jacob answered softly. She glared at him. “And why are you talking to me? Are we close?” Jacob scratched his head. “Don't forget, you did something wrong to me, Jacob Fuentes, Your tongue is too sharp. Do you want me to cut that huh?” Trish was ticked off with Jacob. She couldn't forget what he said earlier. She was really angry.

Xavier just sighed as he searched through more papers, giving everything he had to her so they could solve the case and make things perhaps go back to how they used to be. Gabriel walked up to Trisha slowly, not wanting to alarm her, but once she saw his face instant fear pierced her gut and she attacked him, fists blazing into his core, unfortunately it didn’t harm Gabriel at all. Some officers stopped to turn to stop her, but Gabriel held up his hands to stop them. “What did you do to my grandmother you sick bastard!” She yelled. “Trisha Griffin…” She stopped, backing away. “How do you know me?” Gabriel sighed, wanting to tell her the truth but heeded Xavier’s warning. “I knew your grandmo