Tracey Collins Novels & Stories

Lola corrected. “Well I just went to this private party and when I said I didn't dope. They all just back zoned me instantly. Like they all left me out through out. So I'm going to prove I'm not a minor who doesn't know a thing" Tracey explained her voiced laced with pain “Ok sure” “What is your greatest desire. What do you want out of life" Lola asked staring straight at Tracey “I want to be an actress an internationally renowned actress and I want to earn it” Tracey said simply and Lola tried to keep the surprise to her self. She had counted a lot of things Tracey would say but this wasn't among them

"Hey, what's up?" Her familiar voice came through the line. "I've been gone for two days. Did you miss me?" "Huh? What do you mean?" "What do you mean, what do I mean? Didn't you see my message? I'm on a business trip with Mr. Booth. I thought the job would take until tomorrow, but guess what? It went super smoothly. You'll get to see me tonight!" Wait, what? Tracy… was on a trip with Colin? "Where are you right now?"

Zach shook his head. “Daughter of lesbians over here. Trust me. I know these things.” I scoffed. “Okay, mostly I know because she’s dating a woman my mom works with. They make a charming couple. My mom said Trisha plans to pop the question soon.” I shrugged. Oh, the dumbfounded looks on their faces were priceless. It nearly made up that I still didn’t know what was up with Collin. I’ll find out soon enough as we have Trig together next.

I tap on the screen and send the message before I change my mind. :You! When she doesn’t answer I throw my phone down next to me and flip through the pictures that Luciano gave me. Whitney is even more beautiful then I remember her long brown hair has waves through it. The way her hazel eyes are looking at Enzo with lust. My jaw clenched and I threw photos across the room. I pull the crystal tray on the coffee table closer. The two lines of white powder have my nose twitching in anticipation. Leaning down grabbing my metal pipe I snorted a line.

"Smells delicious." "Well, you know it is. I made it." She nibbled on a corn chip as Selby handed her the Dr. Pepper. Tracey's vibrant red hair kept falling into her face, forcing her to keep tucking it behind her ear. Even sitting on the stool, she couldn't look Selby eye-to-eye. Standing, she was only five-five, and every inch was a treat for the eyes. Her hair fell just below her shoulders, pointing to a firm heart-shaped ass Selby just loved to watch walk back to the bakery. Her breasts were firm handfuls that always seemed to have hard nipples pointing out of her blouses. She was petite, but strong. People would not take advantage of Tracey Williams easily, and she ran her business with

Tracey makes a kissing sound and hangs the call. She walks over to Mackie avoiding the rich business men who she has been using as her shade for a long time. She walks majestically among the rich people and one will think that she is the one of the millionaire in town except from the fact that her name has never been heard. She is thankful for a case like this because it is finally giving her a chance to her dream, she gets to be an informant for her own best friend. Also she have a strong feeling that Kin is not hiding, he has something to do with this engagement. "Hi Mackie."

Tracey tightened her grip on his wrist, her other hand moving to his forehead. "Hey." Her voice cracked. "You stay with me. You hear me, Cain? You don't get to die on me." I stepped back, giving the healers room, but I couldn't look away from Tracey. This wasn't the composed warrior I'd met when we arrived at Northwind. The woman who'd smiled with sharp confidence and spoken about destroying the Raven Witch with cool precision. This was someone stripped raw, every wall she'd built crumbling as she watched the man on that table fight for his life.

“Tracey!” Jay called out while the trio were having a hearty conversation. Tracey looked through her shoulders and met Jay Cobbs standing rigid, his features fitted at each end of the door post, his abs spread firmly inside his black suit and pants, which now assumed his build shape. “Will you stare like a lost sheep all day or get dressed and join the convoy.” She spat, snapping Naomi out of her lost thoughts, perhaps admiration for someone who once wanted a date with her. Now, it's all history, he's a total stranger.

She decided she would return to the senior center where she was first assigned to visit Harry. Tracy drove to the senior center feeling more than just a little apprehensive. She was having a difficult time with Harry's stroke. Regardless of what his doctors said, she felt responsible. Now, walking through the doors to the large facility, she began to feel a little better. She was doing something productive. She was going to help someone. "Mrs. Collins?" Tracy stood at the desk of the volunteer coordinator dressed in a black, above-the-knee skirt with a white, short-sleeved button-down blouse. Tracy noted her professional appearance.

“That was the reaction we were going for, Mr. Knight.” “You actually achieved that, guys. Allow me to introduce you to Brielle Jackson. Brielle, Doctor Sarah Collins and Nurse Cynthia Morgan.” I shook hands with each of them, “Nice meeting you all.” “Nice meeting you, Brielle.” The doctor turned to Shawn. “Okay Shawn, ready when you are.” They exited the room, leaving the two of us all alone. I turned to Shawn and wrapped my hands around him in a hug. “Everything is going to be fine, Shawn.”