Novel & Cerita Trent Total Drama Island

Why do I have to be a damsel in distress once again? Without warning, Trent drags me backward leaving their fates unknown. Feeling numb, I don't struggle anymore as he pins me against a tree. He smirks coldly. "Looks like that mutt is just a stand-in huh? I thought he looked too much like a twink." He grabs my shirt and tears it bringing me out of my trance. I struggle and try to push Trent away. "Relax, dear... you must still be untouched huh?" Something pressed against my leg making me freeze. "Let me show you what a real man is like."

Trent smirked. Trent extinguished his cigarette, flicking it into the trash, “What’s the rush? Let’s wait a bit. No need to get caught in the crossfire.” Eulalia had given him info on the goods from Southwater Island. It was only fair to deliver her a “gift” in return. Trent pointed downstairs, “Do you know what this is called?” His subordinate looked puzzled and shook his head, unable to guess Trent’s meaning. “That's what you call a perfect match: a tramp and a scoundrel. May they stay together forever.”

For a while, he didn't know what to say. After a brief silence, he snapped back. "Richard risked his life going out in the middle of the night just to reach that island and find you. Now that he wants to leave the island to stop you from being with Cameron, what do you think he is going to do?" Trent spread his hands. "Unless you have someone lock him up and make him live a life in a five-by-five cell, you can forget about stopping him." Maria took a deep breath, her chest filled with frustration. "What's he trying to do, anyway? He's willing to risk his life just so he doesn't have to see me with another man. We have already separated! Why does he have to be that obsessive?"

And with this jerk, Preston, hounding her, it's not a moment too soon. First things first, though. I look down at her into those green enchanting eyes. "Let's get dressed. It's time to talk to Trent." *** Trenton leans back on the couch, a satisfied grin tugging at his face as I swipe through the last few honeymoon pictures on his iPad. Bora Bora looks exactly like the postcards—impossibly blue water, palm trees swaying like they’re on cue, and him and Jenna looking disgustingly happy.

I trailed off, briefly wondering if the check would still be safe if I’d left it in my bra instead of moving it to my purse when I boarded the final flight that was bound for New York City. “I’m intimately involved with “The Island,” Anya. I’m one of the main investors, and you wouldn’t believe what a chuckle I got seeing your name on the roster of competitors for the weekend.” His beady eyes focused on me, and he licked his lips in a hungry fashion. “I quite enjoyed your show, though was aggravated to have a lot of the footage missing when the producer forwarded it to me yesterday. I didn’t get to see your deflowering, for example. Tell me what the hunter did to you, and in great detail.” I

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.

Sade said, shaking her head. “So? A candid lunch pic could be cute,” Star insisted. Before Sade could respond, Dre appeared at the table, a grin on his face. He leaned down and kissed Sade on the cheek. “What’s up, babes?” “Hey, Dre,” Sade said, smiling. “Yo, what’s up, Isla? Tamara? Star?” Dre greeted, sliding into the seat next to Sade. “Not much,” Tamara replied, smirking. “Just trying to figure out why y’all act like a couple even though you ain’t. It’s giving very ‘on again, off again.’”

"That's great. You'll be famous before we know it." "I don't know about that. As long as I can teach music, I'll be happy." He stood there for a second, looking at her awkwardly, not sure what to say, when a guy he hadn't met yet stepped through the doorway behind her. Bree turned. "Oh, Jason. Come meet some more of my friends from high school. This is Trent Walker." "Trent?" It was a question. "I didn't know you were going to be here." Shaking his hand, Trent said, "It was sort of last minute. Isaac's girlfriend didn't want to come. Or be his girlfriend anymore."

His touch was soft, as if he were afraid I might disappear if he touched me. “You look beautiful tonight,” he said. “Thank you for coming over for dinner.” I smiled as I stepped closer to him. “The food was wonderful. But I’m still pretty excited to try out your world famous Ramen noodles one of these days.” Gabe chuckled and then leaned in, surprising me with a kiss. The passion in the air ignited instantly as we embraced in front of the sunset. The island air blew through my hair, carrying with it the scent of saltwater and warm sand. It was a picture perfect moment; one that I never saw myself actually experiencing. This island kiss was the most romantic kiss of my life.

I chose to look away from him and focused on the cheering crowd around us. "What? You two are always together," Trent remarked, adding to the tension. "We are not," Damian retorted sharply. "Sure," Adrian chimed in, glancing at Trent for support. Damian leaned back, exclaiming, "You guys are crazy." Adrian nodded in agreement. "That's a no." I noticed Daphne hiding her face. I was enjoying the moment until Isla suddenly tapped my leg. I turned to her with a smile and mouthed, "What?"