How Trina Got In Victorious Novels & Stories

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.

that's unusual Trina blushed and stood up after Sharon and Debbie hyped her to the full 🎶He was like 6'3.... Trina started 🎶Dark skin brudda had his eyes on me🎶 🎶Hair money, green and my swag look clean🎶 🎶He was like, "Yo, pretty girl where you been🎶 🎶Don't wanna cause a scene, ain't seen you before🎶 🎶Lookin' like a snack, wanna know what's in store🎶

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.

Winston had no plan to chase or hurt Adam but Trishia grabbed Winston’s gun. “Are you crazy?” Winston shouted angrily while fighting over his gun. Driven by her goal, Trishia had extra strength even her hands were tied up. She struggled to get Winston’s gun from his hand. Extreme suspense suddenly filled the air. In the dark, the two were fighting over a gun until a gunshot was heard. Trishia successfully pulled the gun’s trigger on Winston’s side. She smiled triumphantly seeing Winston was bleeding and was in a shocking state. Finally, she got the gun all by herself. With the use of her teeth, she untangled her hands from the rope.

Well I'm sure she is the one feeling less now because I am hundred percent sure June and her opportunist family will keep their distance now that they can't get what they want from her. It was as if fate was working on my side, everything was going so well. That company was crumbling even before Max decided to do anything and Trina's company was well on the way to being dead before Max did something. “Mummy! Did you see me? Daddy, I was dancing." Trina shouted out as she tried to dance sitting on Max, glee and happiness in her voice. We were on our way home from Trina's school, there was a celebration and Trina participated in a dance. She was an epitome of beauty and grace, she was growing

I smiled at Trina. Whenever I think of her past, that she was from an orphanage but she was able to support herself and she cope with all that. I am amazed of how strong and courageous person she is. "What time is it?! Let's hurry up, and stop the drama!" Suddenly Trina's energy rose again, she was really impressive. We smiled at each other before starting to get dressed. —————————————————— "Crystal's body is really beautiful." I’m already wearing the sandals Trina lent me.

I couldn't see Trina anywhere in the long medical room, had she won my spot? "Trina," I said turning back to the vampire, "did she win?" A smile graces his thin pale lips for the first time. "You killed her." Shit. The mother Luna specifically asked me not to do that. I scrunched my eyes closed as hard as I could trying to make it not be true. I opened them again and saw Victor had his own blood bag and IV that he was casually drinking out of like it was a straw. Disgusting, I wish he wouldn't do that while he was sitting in the only direction I could comfortably look. I think I'm going to be sick. I closed my eyes again and tried to steady my breathing.

“Carl of Moonwater Pack has failed to report. The winner by default is Traci Silver.” Cheers erupted. Traci raised both hands dramatically as if she had just survived the toughest battle of her life. Then she walked back toward us. The moment she reached the booth, she flopped into the seat beside me. “Damn.” She sighed heavily. “That was a tough fight.” Her hand rubbed her stomach dramatically. “I’m starving.” I stared at her. The girl hadn’t thrown a single punch. Hadn’t broken a sweat. Hadn’t even moved. Yet somehow she acted like she’d survived a war. She was unbelievable. Absolutely unbelievable.

____ now that my father is dead I will be the one who will take care of all his assets if you take me back I put everything at your disposal __'traitorous bitch .roars Victor I made Trina get up from the floor and then I asked her: __would you really be willing to lend your support to me? ____ will do whatever you want With an evil smile I handed him a pistol. ____kill Victor now... She looked at me blankly and I repeated it again. ___kill Victor, your accomplice has to die by your hands She then raised the gun aiming for Victor. ___will you really kill me after everything I've done for you?