St Trina's Torch Novels & Stories

“Just… happy I got to come out tonight. And I have you to thank for that.” Tristan smiled softly. “You’re welcome.” I climbed into the carriage, but my thoughts were already far from the stage, the crowd… and even from Tristan. All I could feel was the echo of those eyes in the dark. Author's POV Just as the final torches from the live drama dimmed and the crowd began to disperse under the soft hum of twilight, Shirin stepped out into the open, intending to cut through the training grounds when he caught sight of a familiar figure leaning against the low stone wall.

Xavier stepped down from his throne, holding the hand of the woman Aria had seen earlier, and people began to applaud. "I thank you all from Winter Pack for receiving me with open arms and going to lengths to ensure I am comfortable. However, I have come here to stay and hope we all work together for the betterment of this pack. I am introducing you all to Sasha." Sasha waved her hands at everyone, wearing a smile. "Those of you from Snowpack already know who she is. I am introducing her to the members of the Winter Pack. This woman standing right here is my heartbeat personalised. She has been there for me through thick and thin, even when I thought I would die of heartbreak." As he spoke,

When we were in the heart of the markets, Trauma stopped; cautiously watching a group of performers ahead. We went to move him, but he flung out a hand and pushed Torch back. “He’s got a Retina Scanner! We’ve been set up!” he cried out as two of the performers broke formation, holding up badges before drawing their guns. A woman selling beads also flashed a badge and drew her gun. Torch held out one arm, that rearranged itself to form a tunneled gun, that he aimed at one of the undercover police. Slasher drew a gun from under her sarong but aimed it at Torch as she advanced on him.

Hope's. Four minutes. Trina's mind raced. No escape. No options. No hope. Three minutes. She thought of Nickey. Wondered if he was watching. If he'd understand. If he'd forgive her for what came next. Two minutes. She thought of the baby. Hope's creation growing inside her. Using her body. Stealing her future. One minute. The red light activated. Live. Broadcasting. Eight billion watching. Trina opened her mouth. Ready to confess. Ready to destroy herself.

he asked with concern. I shook my head, no, "I'm fine. I loved it," he lowered me to the ground, and then I put on my panties and shorts as he zipped up his pants. We heard the crunching of leaves and snapping of twigs. I looked in the direction of where it could be coming from. "Shhhh," Tristan stood beside me now, and then he picked the torch up, turning the light off. It was pure darkness, the tree branches with leaves were hanging over us as it blocked our view from the moon and stars. We saw the light that was shining our way, moving around not too far away. "That must be the security just checking, we will be fine," he said softly.

Three days later, Lena stood outside the sleek, glass-fronted building that housed Victoria’s personal showroom. The morning sun glinted off the mirrored façade, but Lena felt anything but bright. Her stomach churned with nerves as she watched Trina stride toward the entrance, radiating the confidence of a woman born to be in the spotlight. “You sure about this?” Lena asked, adjusting the tiny microphone tucked beneath her jacket’s lapel. Through the discreet earpiece, Trina’s voice came smooth and sure. “Relax, babe. I was made for this.”

She bent over right in front of me, smoothing out her blanket, and my eyes popped out of my head for a second before I forced myself to look away. "Do my back?" Trina held out a tube of sunscreen to her friend, Nadia, who took it and poured some into her hand and started working it into Trina's skin. Unbidden an image of me doing the same thing to Taylor invaded my consciousness, and I caught myself watching them, a tingle rising up in my core.

He nodded but didn't repeat himself. Trisha forced her racing heart to beat at a normal pace by taking deep breaths as she crept to the entrance. There was a set of stairs that led deeper into the confines of the place and she didn't hesitate as she descended. With every step she took down, her eyes adjusted to the light. What was pitch black turned dark then orange, and as she continued on she saw the fire torches scattered across the massive room. She turned to go back but the bulk of the man from before was staring at her. He pointed down the stairs and grunted.

“...What did you say?” Zina tilted her head, feigning a look of innocent surprise as her lip curled. “You didn’t know? Oh, how delightful." she purred, savoring the moment like wine. Ivone turned to face her fully, heart thudding, eyes narrowing. “What are you talking about?” "Triston is what’s going on." she said, "He’s marched straight into Nyxoria. Burned two of our villages to the ground." She leaned in closer, voice dropping to a venomous whisper. "Now Reyes has ridden out to deal with him personally.”

Today, he realized that everything would start to become different and for the remaining days to come. “Y-you…?” Trina stuttered as she pointed back and forth at Miguel and his flashed photos in the television screen. Realizing the situation, Trina who’s sitting in the couch suddenly fell down. She bit her lower lip as she kept on rewinding how she treated Miguel before. Thinking back her actions, she just wished for the universe to swallow her completely.