Total Drama Trent Novels & Stories

Chase hissed. Trent sighed tiredly. Since he found out he has been scammed he has not be able to have a rest. " What is done is done all we have to do is figure out a way to rescue the company and not throwing muds at each other, " Trent said trying to be the bigger person. Chase scoffed in disbelief. Just like his brother to land himself In a mess and then turn around and look for who to bale him out. Not this time.

Trent had just gotten to his house after getting his car to the mechanic. Avery’s damage to his car had cost him thousands of dollars. He still hadn’t recovered from the shock of everything that had happened, the pain from the stones, and the fact that he indeed lost Avery for good when Anderson’s call went through to hammer it into his head. “No need for that. I am a man of my word and I will dance naked for you and your wife,” Trent said coyly. “Dream on. No woman would watch your naked body. That part would be an all-men activity,” Anderson corrected him. Trent should be out of his mind to think that Anderson would let women watch. It was inappropriate but Trent was surprised, feeling tha

“I’m Detective Russell Mott. My partner, who’ll be along in a minute, is Detective Melinda Banks. We just want to ask you a few questions about what happened out there. As you may know, we lost one of our own.” We don’t need to penetrate Trent’s thoughts to know he’s envisioning Officers Tweedledum and Tweedledee warning him to keep his mouth shut unless he wants to end up in a ditch with most of his head missing. Trent seems like a smart lad but if he babbles the wrong thing, this situation could turn too messy for our liking. We inch a tendril into the base of his skull (Trent wincing, his hand rising toward his neck), wrap it around the correct gland, and give it a squeeze. A faint trickl

"Do you warn me too? Like Alpha Duaine's beta, Dave?" Trent moved a few feet closer panting as he had sprinted a little to get closer to her. "No," he shook his head. "I am not her to threaten you. I just," He caught himself short, his eyes scanning over her face. "I have to ask you something." Lena's brow furrowed, suspicion dawning over her eyes. "Ask me something? Why?" Trent moved in closer, his voice slightly low. "What do you have to do with Alpha Dylan?" he questioned.

My stomach turned cold as I reached for it, dread blooming like ink in water. Unknown number. I saw you go in. My blood iced over. I stared at the screen, then at Dawson sleeping beside me, his arm warm around my waist, his face peaceful in a way it rarely was. The world had crossed a line. And I realized, with sudden terrible clarity, that Trent wasn’t confused anymore. He wasn’t mistaking me for Liberty. He was watching us. And he had decided I was the thing standing between him and whatever twisted claim he believed he had.

She needed to get it off of her chest. “When Shane attacked, Trent died. Everyone who was related to the family of the traitors was killed,” Mavy balled. “No one was spared. And Trent… Trent was the Beta’s son. He didn’t care, he killed him. It was terrible,” Mavy hiccuped. “You saw?” I asked.

“When this all calms down, you’re going to crash hard. And when you do, I call dibs on picking the recovery plan.” April arched a brow. “Oh? And what exactly does The Trent Recovery Plan entail?” “Massages, unlimited junk food, and binge-watching terrible reality TV while we ruthlessly judge people’s life choices.” Poppy groaned. “Ugh, not another Love & Lies marathon. I’m really surprised you’re straight.” “Don’t knock it. Watching rich people make dumb choices is therapeutic,” Trent said, leading them through the doors of The Patch. “And for the record, I’m very straight.”

"Trent set this whole thing up. He deliberately fought me for the land," Maria said, handing her phone to Richard. In the video, Trent was having the time of his life. Anyone could see that this wasn't the demeanor of someone who had just escaped ruin. Maria thought Richard would be furious at being manipulated by Trent in this way, but Richard showed no anger at all. He handed her phone back, replying nonchalantly, "That's just how Trent is. He distracts himself with something fun whenever something happens so he won't get depressed being alone."

“So it’s real.” “It looks real,” Elio corrected. “On the surface.” I looked at Trent. He was standing a few steps back, his shoulders looking tense, while his face was drawn. He looked older than he had weeks ago. He even looked smaller, somehow, but I didn’t feel bad for him. “Say it,” I told him. “You already know how this works.” Trent swallowed. “Daniel has teams. These are people who rebuild moments. They recreate events that never happened and erase ones that did. He doesn’t just fake reality. He replaces it entirely.”

Trent said from the other line. “Nothing.” Death answered. “What is it Trent? You miss me so much that you called me suddenly?” I start also to Tease Trent. “That’s not its f*cker, I got another thing about River and his mother.” He said that made me serious. “What is it?” I ask. “His mother's name is Triana Capez Cenon, she is married to Roman Cenon.” He said. “We already know that f*cker.” Death said. “And Triana Capez is Chaos father ex-girlfriend, Fredix Spencer.”