Problem Troll Face Novels & Stories

Jillie's POV “So?” I asked them not wasting any time. “Nothing,” Jarren said. I looked him over, and his shirt was torn like the others. “Why do you look so beat up if it was nothing?” “We ran into some Trolls,” Garret informed me. “Trolls.” “Yea, you know, small-” “I know what Trolls are,” I said, cutting Rian off. “They’re usually just meddlesome.”

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

Jacob ordered. I glanced one last time at Roland. And I swear, even with the sun now crawling up to the sky, even with the dozen questions that tried to closed in around me—even when his handsome face returning to a much hideous face one can expect when meeting a troll now that it’s sunrise—his lips curl into a simple smile. I smiled back.

At that moment, his phone buzzed with a message from an anonymous sender. "Finally got what's coming for you, huh?"

Those eyes reminded her of everything brown — the coffee. Crinkles usually formed underneath and beside his eyes whenever he cackled. Those crinkles got her thinking if he was older than he looked, because, asides the crinkles, his porcelain skin always shone with youthfulness and vibrance, the kind of vibrance that radiated from a healthy teenager. " ... want some berries?" Dr Jake offered her a bowl of red berries. Rosaleen gave a soft, close-tipped smile which the young man couldn't discern if it was an approval.