Lesbian Trian Novels & Stories

"Syrava's a lesbian!" ***

Trix said hoping for a positive response from them. "But Trix why don't you just send someone to do it. One of your spies perhaps?" Aquila suggested. "Those people have taken the time and the effort to know who work for me, but they have neglected one person, Me." Her companions looked at her with curiosity before she continued to explain. " They have been so caught up by thinking who I would send that they would never expect me to be there. First of all I am a girl, they will see me as nothing but Jacob's friend. Second unlike the soldiers and spies that have been trained my actions are more natural and less calculated. I am going to join the gangs and put all this threat to rest." Trix dec

Serena remembered Dane. For the two weeks she'd known Lorraine, the name Dane was never far from her mouth. If Lorraine was bisexual, Serena would have believed that something is going on between the both of them, but Lorraine is a lesbian. She doesn't even notice a single guy in the gymnasium even though a lot of them notice her.

I was petrified to be bound to their story, to be a part of their destiny. Love has no boundaries, and no love can dwell within boundaries. The love that might have taken birth inside my heart for Caleb, was lost in the boundaries of Leon. And now in the place of that love, fear was born. I was afraid to be his mate, to be the one moon goddess picked for him.

I wouldn’t have known anything if he hadn’t just now tried to choke me to death! ‘The moon goddess forbade any of us wolves from giving this information until the right time, as Alpha Joseph commanded that you and Xeraphina reject each other, forced our hand. They used all of you as Guinea Pigs, if you will, to see if a mated triad could function and to see how powerful a triad could be. You all will need the powers the triad brings to win the war that will soon take place.’ ‘I’m going to kill that fucker, Talon!’

"It says here this team is playing in Third Class." "It's not a mistake," winced Margaret apologetically. "I would have to say- " began Felik and then turned to us. "No offense, gals - " Then he turned back to Margaret - "This is not a team that should be in Third Class." Margaret explained. "Well, Stefanie, Nora, and Darci have played two years of First Class before, but they got...er..." "Rejected," I said. ~*~ We had a chance to check out the weird coaches at Thursday night's training.

Little flashes that crept in when I least expected it. During lunch, Elera was held back by a teacher and promised to join me soon. I didn’t wait. I walked to the cafeteria alone, got my tray, and found a table by the window. Peace lasted exactly twelve seconds. I had barely taken two bites when heels clicked against the floor in coordinated hostility. I didn’t need to look up. The triplets’ girlfriends. Correction. Ex-girlfriends. The two who tried to intimidate me on my second day. Lisa and Susan. Only this time, they brought reinforcement, the third girlfriend.

, I raised my voice, not wanting to admit what I just understood. “I mean exactly what I said. EACH OF US!!”, we are a Tribrid. “Yes, but we are a mix of werewolf, Lycan and a witch. Should not mate rules apply to us too – as they are the same technically for all three species????”, I asked, genuinely confused now. “No, we are special!!!!”, Aisha now joined the conversation, giggling away. “What does that mean??? We have 3 MATES??? Is that what you are saying?????” I have just started coming around to the possibility of having a mate and now I will have 3???? WHAT????!!!!

Xenox stood at the head of the chamber with the priestess hovered near the table, eyes darting between us like she expected someone to explode at any second. “What the hell was that?” he demanded, slamming his palm against the stone table. “Tell me this is some mistake.” The priestess flinched. “The goddess does not make mistakes. This is just… rare,” she began carefully. “Rare doesn’t cover it,” Xenox said. “Try impossible.” Her shoulders sagged. “Not impossible.” “Then explain this,” I said, meeting her eyes sharply. “Ancient texts speak of something called a Triadic Bond,” she said quietly. “Three souls bound by the Moon Goddess instead of two.”

And then, there were the loonies who publicly declared they had forgiven him for killing Trina because the woman loved him, and then they got obsessed with him Gian in turn. But then, there was this other rumor. It was about a secret circle of young people who had catered to Trina Cheng’s fetishes when she was alive—a clique of spoiled rich brats who practiced BDSM and they even had a place for it somewhere, which they called their secret sex den. They alleged that Gian knew about this because he was one of its founders.