St Trina's Torch Novels & Stories

Thunder Mountain derived its name not from eruptions, but instead from the rainstorms that frequently started around the summit and subsequently spread out to the rest of the Island. Eve prepared a military-style backpack and filled it with water and other supplies. She covered Trish's upper body with sunscreen and the lower part of her body with insect repellent. She made sure her camera and cell phone were fully charged before taking her servant outside and calling a rickshaw. For the first time since her arrest, Trish was about to do something that she actually expected to enjoy. Yes, she'd have to pose for dozens of high-resolution pictures that were likely to end up on the Internet, but

Trina approached him, her steps calculated, she noticed the amber glow of his eyes, but he couldn't shift, not while she had him under her spell. "You will thank me later." She said, she placed a hand against his forehead, and his body dropped to the ground, as his eyes closed up. With his men out of her way, Trina walked to Alejandro's chamber. Her hand moved to the necklace with which she could mask her scent from him. She hadn't used the lotion, and had simply thrown on the necklace, just in case. It only took her a moment of contemplation, before she decided on what she had to do. With a nibble of her bottom lip, she pulled at the piece of jewelry, snapping it off her neck, and threw it

"Your words have made me feel a little better." Still, Fernanda sensed the unease lingering in Trina's words. So, she added, "If there's anything I can do to help, please let me know, madam. I'll do whatever it takes to make sure the Luna is all right." Trina, who had been dabbing at a tear from the corner of her eye, suddenly froze at Fernanda's words. She cleared her throat briefly and then looked at Fernanda with a different expression. "Are you really serious, Fernanda? Are you prepared to help me?"

“I’m the only one who can do this. The torch is mine. It’s my power, my gift… and my curse.” Logan’s jaw tightened, his hands curling into fists. “Selene, please. There has to be another way.” “There isn’t,” I said softly, tears stinging my eyes. “I can feel it. The torch was meant for this. For this moment.” Nathan stepped forward, his voice low and raw. “Then let us help you. Take our strength. Don’t do this alone.” I nodded, my throat too tight to speak. They each took one of my hands, their warmth seeping into me like sunlight breaking through a storm. I closed my eyes, focusing on the power inside me, and let their energy flow into me.

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

Now, it was bound in sigils of release. She held a torch, one gifted by the Moonbearer and blessed in the Trial of Flame. Its fire shimmered silver and blue. "To the spirits of the Hollowborn. To the rebels who bled. To the innocents who were silenced. Let your names echo no more in pain, but in peace." She set the torch to the altar. The flames did not consume it all at once. They whispered. They remembered.

Kyle's betrayal had left a lasting impact, testing her endurance beyond its limits. ~~~~~~ "Look at all those stars in the sky tonight," Tristan remarked as he lay down on the blanket beside Sinjin and his brother Troy on the lawn. They had enjoyed an amazing game and food, and Sinjin had even arranged for the team to take photos with them. It turned out he was an alumni of the school and a generous philanthropist. "There are so many," Troy echoed, wishing for a telescope to observe them. "Do you happen to own a telescope, Mr. Santillan?" Tristan asked, vocalizing his brother's desire.

"However, I may be willing to—come to some sort of an agreement." Nicole's attention peaked, looking at him again. She narrowed her eyes cautiously. "An agreement?" "Call it a truce, Palmer." Seth grinned faintly, peering down at her smaller figure. Nicole hesitated. Surely, this was not something she wanted to get herself stuck in. "What is it?" She had to at least know, seeing as it may be her only option. She needed some sort of peace, knowing Seth wouldn't forever hold this over her head. "What would this truce you speak of, entail, exactly?"

Leaving the McDonalds, we drove for a few minutes, before we pulled up at a small park, and once we had parked in the car park, we quietly ate our breakfast as we sat in the car. While we were eating our breakfast, Winter leaned over and pulled a cell phone and charger out of the glove box of the SUV and handed them to me. Seeing my confusion, she said, “It’s an untraceable cell phone with SMS encryption. You need to remove your SD card from your current cell phone so that you have your photos and videos. But you can’t take your current cell phone with you. Mason and dad could track it. Don’t worry though. I have put mine and Felix’s phone numbers in this one for you in case you need to get