How Trina Got In Victorious Novels & Stories

Even with them not knowing what the hell was going on with Mina, they still worked like a team like they were reading each others mind. Mina already knew her cousins were ready, because they stayed ready. So she dropped Trista to the ground, grabbed one sister, out of mid-air forced her to transform, then tossed her ass to Ji'lahni and Shawna. Then she grabbed the other sister mid-air, forced her to transform, and threw her ass towards Lynn and Lucky. She turned and saw Trista trying to crawl away. Mina raised her hand in the air like she was an NFL kicker, ran, and kicked Trista sending her ass towards Misty and Rayne. She grabbed Charm’s hand and ran towards the underground city door.

"Trina, what would you like to eat today?" I thought for a moment. "Garlic cream bun." "Again?" "Yes, with double the filling." Ian shook his head and picked up his phone to text Fiona. Sunlight streamed in through the window, casting a small, bright patch on Erin's untouched coffee. I took out my phone and opened the Memo app. On the screen, the three messages were dimming and disappearing one by one. As the last one disappeared, a new line of text popped up. [Mission complete. The Sheffield family is safe.]

I shook hands with Dave and Rowan, who were also standing a bit away from me. The three of them hurriedly walked up to the stage. Truly, they looked like a trio of celebrities. Laird and Dave wore dark gray suits, while Rowan wore a knee-length orange dress and black ankle boots. Of course, I had chosen all their outfits. Laird smiled wide as he received the award trophy in his hands. He examined it, kissed it briefly, before handing it to Dave and Rowan to take turns holding the golden trophy. “Hi, everybody. We never expected to win this award. Thank you so much for the support and love you have given to My Supermodel. Thanks to the most beautiful supermodel ever to exist in the world, my

Tristan had found his target. Vince silently led me to where Tristan was. "Thanks," Vince said into the mic before shooting him and winning the game.

I ignored him and stood up to talk to Trina. “Congratulations my Luna. I’m so happy for you and as the doctor of the pack, you are always welcome to the infirmary. I'll be more than glad to be of help to you during this precious time,” I said. Trina gave me a brittle smile that I interpreted as No way in hell, bitch. Everyone clapped and then we were served the first course along with both wine and champagne. We started eating and Trina’s conversation with Brad didn’t elude me. I knew she did so for me to hear and my chair was adjacent to hers and close to her husband's.

She just hated it. Trina looked her up and down. The assessment was clear, slow, offensive. “Oh dear... we've definitely lost the championship.” She smiled, venomously. “Even more so if we depend on her.” Aurora took a step forward. Her hand was already half-closed. But Thales turned his face away immediately. His gaze was a clear warning to Trina: watch your mouth. The redhead shrugged as if she didn't care, but walked away. Aurora almost asked what the hell championship that was. But she didn't get the chance.

When Trina was thinking about this, a pretty young lady named Ms. Granger was looking for her all of a sudden. She offered her a large sum of money to spread the word of Fiona’s scandals around. Trina was worried that Fiona would take revenge on her. However, she agreed to do it for the money. The young pretty lady, Ms. Granger who looked for her was someone from the upper-class society too. She was driving a limited-edition car, and she wore luxury fashion brands.

Trina's fear washed away with a wave of relief upon seeing it. The other guards inside the van checked the area first. Looks like they’re not being chased anymore. She tried to hold Trina's hand before she got out of the van, but Trina got out quickly. There is only one thing that Bridgette can do while Trina runs inside their house, watch her walk away from her, and probably from their friendship forever. Almost to the door, she fell down. Blood started to come out of her head. She was shot dead. She wanted to run to her but her father commanded the chauffeur to drive away from the scene. That was the last time Bridgette saw her friend.

And the moment her feet touched the runes, the Vault lit up. Trina screamed—clutching her chest. The symbols on her skin flared, cracked, and bled. “No!” she howled. “You don’t get to undo me!” Amara lifted her hand. “I’m not undoing you,” she said softly. “I’m finishing this.” Light erupted between them—pure, silver, ancient. When it cleared— Trina was gone. But the Vault walls began to crumble. Victor shouted. “Everyone out! Now!”

I said. Romy spoke up, “Silja and I won the defamation case. Trina was ordered to retract her claims and publicly apologize to Silja. She was also ordered to pay two hundred and fifty thousand dollars to Silja. So it’s extremely likely that she wanted to lose to get close to you, Gerard. I think she was banking on you not letting Silja go to that courthouse by herself. She thought correctly.” Silja won? Trina lost? I shake it off. “What happened at the restaurant?”