How Trina Got In Victorious Novels & Stories

Trina said in astonishment, still puffed up. "Because I'm not a vampire, Trina. She thinks that eventually, I'll go back to my origins and fight for my race," I said seriously. “She thinks I’m going to betray vampires,” I added. "And maybe she felt jealous because some vampires treat you better, especially Uncle Trevor," Trina added. "Maybe yes. She tried to fight me a few times but he didn't succeed. I probably trampled on her ego because he couldn't beat me in our duel then."

Trista suddenly dropped her guard, replacing her coldness with a look of lingering fear. She addressed the crowd of guests who were busy sniffing out the drama. "It was Luna Thomasina... she grabbed me so hard it hurt. I tried to pull away, but she wouldn't let go—it felt like she was trying to crush my arm. I only fought back to get away. I never meant for her to lose her balance." "You're lying through your teeth!" Thomasina barked. She hadn't expected Trista to flip the script and play the victim so effectively. Her polished face turned a sickly shade of green.

Tristan had lost both legs, and with his twisted obsession, there was no way he'd let this go. And Rainee? She'd never just accept an attempted murder charge. A few days later, someone I never expected found me in the hospital hallway. Fiona. Her hair was a mess, dark circles hollowed out her eyes, and she looked ten years older. The second she saw me, her face lit up. She rushed over like I was her last hope. "Kayla, please. Go see Tristan." She grabbed onto me, sobbing so hard she could barely get the words out.

"How could I? I was with your men." Victor's phone rang. He answered. Listened. His face went dark. "Police raided the delivery address. Seized my truck. Arrested my men." He grabbed Nickey. "Interesting timing." "I didn't know about any raid. I swear." "Bring the girl." "No! Leave her alone!" They brought Trina in. Victor held a knife to her throat. A thin line of blood appeared. "Last chance. Did you set this up?" "Wait! Please!" Nickey begged. "I didn't know. Davis acted alone. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt her."

Clarissa stepped beside her, gently taking her hand. “I see your plan didn’t go as expected.” Trina quickly composed herself. “I don’t know what you mean.” Clarissa raised a brow. “I saw you. In a maid’s uniform. Coming out of her room.” Trina froze. Just for a second. Then she turned to Clarissa, grabbing her hands desperately. “You said I should ask for help if I needed it.” “I did.” “Then I need your help,” Trina said quietly. “She’s slipping into his life. And he doesn’t even realize it.”

He shot at me but I easily kept him in check. “That girl didn’t get here by being a pussy, Carig.” I told him. “She can fight her own battles. So sit back and calm the fuck down.” And once again, just as I said that, Trisha disappeared from sight with a gust of speed and this time, she didn’t pause until Tyga was on the ground and drowning in his own blood. The crowd that had been silent for the whole fight, unable to decide whom to cheer for, now burst out into cheers and came over to congratulate Kristin while she rubbed on her shoulders and accepted their congrats. Even Carig couldn’t help himself anymore and went over to her.

She hoped Caleb would be as reasonable as she had heard he was, and if not, she could appeal to the side of him that understood what mating was about, and if that failed…if that failed, hopefully, his mate would see reason enough with her, and plead with him. She felt a smile grow upon her face, as she noticed a fence a few meters away. This had to be it. Her feet moved at a faster pace, her energy rejuvenated with her destination now clearly in sight. As she got closer to the gates, she noticed them opening up. Trina’s brows furrowed in worry, she picked up her steps, and moved into a light jog toward the gate. There was a convoy of at least three cars. Her thoughts were scrambled, as fear

Trina high-fived me, her laugh infectious. “Drink!” she yelled, slapping the table in triumph. The biker grumbled but downed the beer, his eyes narrowing as he lined up his next shot. It circled the rim of a cup, and I bent down, carefully blowing it out before it hit the beer. The crowd erupted again, and I felt a rush of satisfaction. Trina missed her shot, and I patted her on the arm as I stepped up to shoot again. She grinned at me, unfazed. "Your turn," she said, handing me a ball.

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I follow, my heart still pounding, my eyes fixed on Aaron’s back, on the slow, steady drip of blood from his arm. We step out into the cool night air. And then I see them. Mabel. And Trina. They stand together, close, surprisingly engaged in a serious, quiet conversation. Trina’s usually impeccable appearance is disrupted by splatters of blood across her cheek and the side of her jacket. It’s fresh. It’s unmistakable. It’s Trina that saved my sister. I thought she hated me.