Grojband Trina Novels & Stories

Another of the girls talked to Troy, who smiled shyly at her. Addy slipped her hand in his as the girl told him, “You guys were great up there! I loved how you sounded!” “Thanks,” he said, looking at the floor. “It was my first time playing with the band.” The girl put her hand on Troy’s arm and said, “Really? I couldn’t tell! I’m Jazz, by the way.” “Troy,” he told her, looking up at her. Her grin faded into a sultry smile as she said, “Nice to meet you, Troy.”

I already knew several of them, of course, but the prof for one of my classes from outside the department, advanced technical writing, was a total mystery. As I was sitting a couple of juniors came out in their bikinis to take advantage of the late summer California sun. They waved to me before throwing out blankets. Trina was sporting an adorable new Pixie cut, which perfectly complimented her long, lean body and cute round face. She bent over right in front of me, smoothing out her blanket, and my eyes popped out of my head for a second before I forced myself to look away.

When the time comes, the music changes to something a bit more melodic, and Trina comes through the doors with her father. She looks like a vision. Her dress is silver but it’s so shiny, it looks almost white. She looks ethereal. Everyone around me is smiling and I feel like this has been one of the longest weeks ever. I’m glad we are finally here. As she joins me on stage, we are both smiling.

’ Her voice broke into a sob and Jess bit back her tears, ‘We made a vow to each other as kids Trina, I’ll always be here for you.’ Trina was crying openly and she took a deep breath, ‘I love you too Jess, see you soon.’ She ended the call and then made a couple more before getting up and showering, she dressed in a pale blue circle skirt that came just above her knees and teamed it with a white crop top with a matching blue denim jacket. Her long hair was held up in a ponytail and she wore her comfy white Vans hi-top trainers, she looked like a schoolgirl, younger than her nineteen years but stunning nonetheless. When she left her room it was late afternoon and she headed for her uncle's o

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

CHAPTER SEVENTEEN Jordan is to pick me up from home. I really don't want him to come here, but what harm can happen if he does? It isn’t like he is going to stay for long. I wear a blue flared gown that is just a little below my mid-thigh. I pick my white sneakers and put them on. I pack my hair into a messy bun. It is loose, so locks of hair drop down my face. I pick my favorite hair clip, it is silver in color. I put it on my hair, then I hear the doorbell ring. I know it is Jordan. It has to be him. I go downstairs and find Claire standing beside a dimpled-faced Jordan. He looks really cute in his black tight jeans with his black sneakers and denim jacket.

Trina scoffed, trying to hold back her tears. “That is great but why are you telling me this?” I asked, trying to fake pretense. “Because I know pretense when I see one,” She snapped, and I felt she had caught me, but I didn't give in just yet. “What are you talking about?” I asked, looking confused. “She has taught us, just come clean,” Moxilla whined. “You are Aria Newtown and Not Areola Ross,” Trina said without mincing words.

But it was Trina’s name that flashed on the screen. “Hey,” I answered, trying to keep my voice light. “Gooood morning, Mrs. Nash,” she said, her tone teasing but warm. “How’s married life treating you?” I smiled despite myself. “It’s good,” I said, sinking onto the couch. “Quiet this morning, though. Talon had to run out for some club stuff.” “Ah,” Trina said, her tone shifting slightly. “Jake mentioned something about that last night. Said it was just some routine thing.”

"Leave her alone. She will realize her mistake later and if not, let me teach my sister good manners." "You don't need to do that. You are not her parent to do that," Darren said blankly then went out. Joyce was in agony while looking at Trina and Lyndon then she followed Darren. "All of this will make it to the show next month," Trina said happily because her other works were almost finished. She was happy that she could see all her drawings being sewn. She could finally see and touch all her drawings.

“I am Karheel. I came from Hinua coven before I was kicked out from my own kin. I specialized in healing. Now, I want you to know that I won't hurt you, okay? I am only going to heal you. You can leave my house once you are fully healed, but you can choose to stay if you want to.” There's something about her voice that made me feel somehow safe. My instinct was to trust this woman, but a part of me wants to back away from her. The last time I trusted someone, either they betrayed me or took me for granted. Everyone hurt me. A tear rolled down my cheeks.