Total Drama Trent Novels & Stories

He can’t hide the disdain in his voice. I calmly eat some soup and then shake my head. “You didn’t ask who was the better qualified. You stated I only have two children, and I was merely correcting you on it. Since Trinity has married Drake, he is now my son-in-law, so I have three children. Am I wrong?” Trent’s face turns a darker red while he clinches his hands into fists on top of the table and nearly vibrates on his seat.

His expression was indifferent, and nobody knew what he was thinking. Eilam tugged on Trent slightly before he motioned at him and said, “Alright, stop talking bullsh*t. Let’s just leave. Don’t disturb Duke’s rest.” Trent was not willing to leave. He came from a rich family and always wandered around. He either courted women or raced cars, so he had a lot of free time. His daily life was the same. Whenever he found something that interested him, he would naturally ask for the truth. “Hey, Duke, I heard from people in our circle that the person who shot you last night was Ms. Dew Daugherty,” Trent lowered his voice and said. “Is it true?”

Trent was standing in the doorway like death came back to collect a debt. “Hello, brother,” he said, rain dripping off his jacket. “Miss me?” Zephyr’s hand snapped around mine. His eyes went from weak to Alpha in half a second. “Get. Out.” His voice was shredded but it still shook the room. Trent smiled. Slow. Crooked. The same smile I remembered from two years ago before he tried to kill me. “I would, but we have unfinished business.” His eyes flicked to me. Then down to my stomach, even though baby Zephyr wasn’t here. “You stole my son. You stole my pack. You stole my life.”

Trent is in the couch, at 5:30 in the morning, with horns out for the world to see as his head hung low as if he’s about to get reprimanded. “I am keeping a secret from you and I am sorry.” Trent said and looked up. “But look, ta-dah, I’m still me nothing had changed.” He added to lighten up the atmosphere which did not just flopped but Ashley now appears more annoyed. Trent shrunk back into himself and just inspected the floor, not ready to see his lover’s anger and he’s upset about how his trip went. So far, this day could never get worse than it is. “What are you Trent?” Ashley asked with a sigh as sat down, eyes never leaving his lover.

Trent took a deep breath, trying to compose himself as he scanned the office for something to focus on. He needed to prove to himself and others that he was capable of handling things. His eyes landed on the phone, and he quickly dialed Daria's extension. Daria, Cassie's former assistant, answered on the first ring. "Yes?" "Trent here," he said, trying to sound calm and authoritative. "I need to know what tasks are on hand for today. Can you fill me in?" There was a pause on the other end of the line, and Trent could sense Daria's hesitation. "I'm not sure that's necessary, Trent," she said finally. "Ross has everything under control."

Trent said, changing his voice to imitate Dolly and Azure’s voice. Detective More nodded too amused to speak. He was glad that his recorder was on, otherwise his colleagues would never believe him when he tells them about his interview with the kidnapped victim. Trent jumped to his feet and continued telling his story. “Then dad’s jam comes in after Nana and I’m like yeh let’s jam!” he shouted excitedly and started dancing and singing his father’s greatest hit song. “I’m dancing and trying to cheer this lady up. I’m on the high note of ‘my love’, showing off my talent and she’s like ‘Shut up! You sound just like him!’ and I’m like Dah! That’s why I’m little TT then she goes bonkers!” he expl

Trent continued, stepping fully into the circle, “this man approached me. Offered to rebuild everything I’d lost after the war with Gerafil, in exchange for information about Elena Thorne. I gave it to him. That information led directly to an attack on her family.” He didn’t flinch, didn’t soften it, exactly the way Elena had told him to say it. “He demanded I create a distraction here tonight, to help whatever he’s planning succeed. I’m refusing publicly. So, whatever consequences come from that, I’d rather face them than keep being a weapon aimed at people who never deserved what I’ve already cost them.” The crowd erupted into murmurs, packs turning to each other, whispered accusations and

DEENA'S POV As the water cascaded down my body to wash off the mud, I suddenly remembered the day I told Trent that I liked the color black on him, and since then, he always wore it and it made me forget that he liked green in the first place. We've been in a relationship for a month, but as a lovesick woman, it already felt like forever to me and I never even entertained the idea of it ending one day. Trent arrived outside the location where we were currently shooting a drama and I was still playing a minor role with few scripts. I was done for the day and he wanted to take me out.

"So what? Are you gonna try justifying running back to my enemy after everything! Then out with it, Trent! Explain why you went running back to that trash." Trent sighed heavily, raking a hand through his disheveled hair. "It's...complicated, Ella. Really complicated." "What can be so complicated?" I demanded, hands planted on my hips as I stared him down. "You either care about me and never would have let that witch treat me so horribly, or..." My words trailed off as the sound of a familiar, grating voice reached my ears. "Trent? Aren't you keeping me waiting long enough, babe?"

Trent stared intensely at the script his assistant had sent him. Showers in the army base getting caught? Stripping to warm each other up after getting injured, mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, ripping clothes for treatment, and some steamy scenes. What kind of script is this?! Trent understood that actors sometimes had to make sacrifices for their roles. Unlike Percival, Trent wasn’t as controlling. Back when Riley was passionate about acting, he even invested in a school drama to cast her as the lead. However, no matter how much he supported her career, Trent couldn’t stand the idea of Riley kissing or having intimate scenes with another man, even if it was just for work. So, during the filmi