Total Drama Trent Novels & Stories

The bartender seems to understand my emotions; without asking for any specifications, he poured me a drink that tasted so bitter and hot! * In need of consolation, I dialed Bianca's number, but she wasn't picking up her calls. It feels like my world has suddenly ended. Rhett cheats on me no other day but on our engagement day, and with no other person but my step sister, who has always wanted everything that I own. "A bottle of hot?" A man ordered. I didn't see his face clearly, but I was sure he was miserable. Maybe more than I was. He took his drink and staggered away. He was pretty much drunk, yet he wouldn't stop.

Zendaya heard him coming and tried to cast another spell, her hands already glowing with magic. But Trent was too fast. He slammed into her before she could finish the incantation, his body driving her to the ground. She screamed and tried to fight him off but it was useless. His jaws closed around her arm, not hard enough to tear it off but firm enough to keep her from moving. Zendaya whimpered beneath him, still trying to chant through her pain and fear. But every time she started a spell, Trent would shake her hard enough to break her concentration. After the third attempt, she finally went still, panting and bleeding from where his teeth had punctured her skin.

“Well, I better get this started before it gets too dark to see, and Mel throws a fit. It’s nice to put a face to the name, finally.” ‘Same,’ Trent thought as he turned and went back inside the house. He nuked another T.V. dinner, vowing he would try to cook tomorrow. No matter how it came out, it had to be better than the tasteless meal he was eating now. Once finished, Trent debated on reading more of the papers or not. Now that he had seen Mel and met Harry, it didn’t seem right to keep reading. Trent doubted Mel was dangerous or psychotic. So despite his curiosity, he turned on the T.V. instead. He managed to distract himself for a few hours, but the papers were still in the back of his

TRENT Tracy walked into my bedroom, looking both confused and angry. My men who'd escorted her were right behind. “Leave us,” I said to them. They bowed and left, shutting the door behind them. “What's the meaning of this, Trent?! Why did your men show up at our house at dawn and force me to get into their car?!” Tracy yelled. There she goes again with that nasty temper. I dropped my champagne glass on the small, centre table and stood.

“Trent is an awesome dude, and he deserves to win an awesome award.” His repetitive use of the same adjective would’ve been an indicator that he was drunk if the fact that he was slurring his words slightly and rocking briefly hadn’t already let her know he was drinking too fast for his own good. But then… it was drunk Hank who’d given her access to the pictures and video that she’d eventually passed on to Trent which had been what he’d eventually used to make up his mind not to marry Monica. “He’s worked so hard to start his new firm here in Nashville,” Bree agreed. “He really does deserve it.”

Luca didn’t move at all, jaw locked, eyes fixed somewhere past Trent’s shoulder like he was trying to hold himself together by sheer will. “That’s not proof of anything,” Luca said finally, low. “No,” Trent agreed cheerfully, lifting his phone again, screen still recording, still glowing red in the dark like the camera in Suarez’s office had glowed the very first day. “But it’s a great teaser.” He turned the camera slowly across all three of their faces Marco’s terror, Luca’s fury, Isabella’s dawning horror and smiled like he’d just been handed the best gift of his career. “Episode four’s going to write itself.”

Darren had been recovering fine for a while but he got worse when they finally discovered that his condition was a rare case of cancer. Leila’s heart aches for him and she sits beside him on the bed where he is lying, looking rather weak. “Are you okay, father?” “I asked you a question, woman!” Trent yells at her, seething with rage. “You don’t have to bark like a dog for me to hear you and I can come to this house anytime I want. This is my family. I should be the one asking what you are doing here,” she snaps at him. Trent’s eyes widen, feeling the weight of Leila’s aura, sensing her complete lack of fear for him. For a moment, he is dumbfounded, his lips part but he has no words to say fo

“She had been doing well without you, worrying like this isn't going to solve anything” “We will all defeat him and stay alive, I want my true Alpha back on his throne” Doctor Romeo smiled at him. **** Pack house> Alpha Trent's office. Dylan sat on Alpha Trent's swivel chair and smiled. This had always been his dream, and finally, it had been achieved. The office was beautiful and was also filled with power. “I am finally the Alpha” Dylan grinned widely and spread his arms in happiness. “Trent is nothing but wasted ashes now; he is gone for good. Where are you now? Why don't you come and fight for your title?” Dylan laughed mockingly.

Trent walked back up to me, slid his hand into his pocket, watching my face. “Did you tell her?” He asked. “No. I couldn't.” “Erden…” Trent said, a warning in his voice. His jaw was clenched and he appeared very angry. “We had a timeline. We're supposed to solve this mess in a week or less.” My jaw locked, and I turned to glare at him. “I thought it would be easier. Damn it. She looks just the same as she did at eighteen.” Trent punched my arm, glowering right into my eyes. “Cade will kill her. We don't have the time to nurse your feelings.”

“Oh! My dear Lenore. In just a little time, the whole world will know why your father has run away from the city. It's actually shocking that you have the nerve to show up here. Her eyes blazed with annoyance, and before she could respond to me, I saw Trent approaching. My heart skipped a beat. This was my chance. I quickly stepped away from Lenore and rushed toward Trent, and I wrapped my arms around him in a gentle hug. “Trent, darling,” I said sweetly, giving him a warm smile. The guards instantly bowed as Trent walked closer, their respect for him glaring. He was dressed in a sharp black tuxedo, every inch the powerful young successful CEO. His dark hair was neatly combed back, and his p