Riddle X Trey Novels & Stories

"What makes you say that? " "He doesn't say a word to me and he locks himself up in his room after training," I reply. "I told you Trent is twisted," Troy remarks. "The best thing you can do is not to meddle in his business. That's if you want to keep the job." "why can't you just tell me what's up with Trent. I know you know..." Troy stares at me and I can see he has no clue what I'm talking about. Isn't he Trent's friend? He should know.

Trey picked up Xavier’s discarded shirt and tossed it at him. “Now who’s making up bullshit stories?” “Believe what you must.” Trey entered the bathroom and locked the door. He wasn’t sure if he’d locked it to keep Xavier out or to keep himself from inviting him in. Trey had to take a shower though or Reagan would know he was keeping things from her. He wanted to be completely honest with her about everything. Well, except for his past attraction to men. She didn’t need to know about that, but everything else… completely honest. He was still trying to convince himself that he was being honest with Reagan when he finished his shower and found, with a strange mix of relief and disappointment,

he still added I scoffed and pressed the urge to laugh out loud. I don't know why everything was sounding funny to me in this serious time They all turned to look at me..... "Why is this one laughing?" Austin asked "You don't need a sooth sayer to tell you anything, do you?" I asked looking at Trey's face and he clenched his jaws "What do you mean?" Austin asked "Let me spell it out. Trina likes Trey and Sharon is her best friend......she said everything" Asher said and rolled his eyes

We both nodded and stayed put and conversed about any and everything. "Have you ever skied before?" Trey shook his head "No" in response. "Have you?" "A few times when I was younger, trust me it's easier than you think." We continued like this for a while before I started noticing him occasionally getting distracted, I asked him what's wrong and he denied that there was a problem. He excused himself to the bathroom. I sat alone at the table for a while and ended up getting bored, so I pulled Brandon's open laptop over and started reading the material and answering the questions. That's when Trey came back snow-covered.

Trey was very talented in sneaking and smuggling things around unnoticed. Alpha Jones had kept him after discovering his ability. He reserved him for a special purpose and the time for the special purpose had arrived. "I'm sure you must have seen me!" he said loudly as he couldn't find him after searching for a while. "Your folks say you are here, why don't you just come out to me" he pleaded. Trey came out of nowhere, he moved slowly towards Alpha Nolan. "How have you been?" Alpha Nolan beamed a smile. "Not very good" Trey scowled at him.

Henderson is the cool alpha, and he takes care of everything. world that needs help,” Trey tells me, patting my arm. - You do not need to be afraid. “You're kind, Trey,” I reply in a forced voice. “It's nice to meet you. “We'll be friends when you're better,” he says and lowers his voice. “The forbidden god told me. I frown, wondering who the hell he's talking about, but I don't have time to ask when Henderson and Saffron come back to me. Henderson waves to Saffron and she puts an arm around Trey, forcing him toward the stairs and up them.

I dread what's going to happen when we run out of hours, and we don't have Trick anymore. Unexpected emotion clogs my throat, and I tell myself to dry it the fuck up. Crying's never helped with anything, and there's no reason for me to be crying over something that hasn't happened yet. They're making noise in the bathroom, and I smile as I hear Riley. "I can't reach it." "Can you reach it now?" He's probably lifted her up, doing the things her dad should be doing with her. "Do you like tacos, Trick?" she says as she runs to the kitchen and sits in the seat she claims as her own.

’ But I’m happy for them as long as they were. I grabbed my phone when it buzzed. “Hello?” “Blainie? Xandry is in trouble, I mean not in that kind of trouble. Just uh...” A thick southern accent from the other line answered, which I instantly recognized it was Troy. My heart thundered. “What do you mean he is in trouble? I thought he’s with you and Riley? Where is he?” “Blainie, uh, he... um.” “Just talk, Troy! Where is he?”

“I think you know exactly why you’re here.” We look at each other. He towers over me, and the sheer strength he exudes reminds me of Brendan’s. But far, far more menacing. Trey’s eyes are black, and they suck me in like a vortex. I have a feeling he hides many secrets behind them. He seems to be waiting for a response. “Uh.” My voice is tight. My tongue is dry, and I tumble around the words. “Lily?” Vincent and Emmett look at each other. Trey has taken up residence on a desk, looking bored.

It looks less like a college athletic meeting and more like a high-budget commercial shoot. I am so overwhelmed by the spectacle that Ryder’s question flies right over my head. "Pumpkin?" He pushes off the table, inching toward us. "Did you lose your hearing back there, or did Goliath break your brain?" With rapid blinks, I look back at him. "H-Huh?" Just as Ryder’s about to reply, Trey slides an arm possessively around my waist. "Leave her alone, Ryder," he says, tone all satisfied. "She’s feeling better than you could ever imagine. I made sure of it."