Tricia Oitnb Novels & Stories

Just quiet, building fury. So... you did this just to go to the Alpha Week with Xavier?" I asked, my voice steady, even though everything inside me still felt like it was spinning. She didn’t even flinch. Just scoffed and tossed her hair back. "Stop acting like you don’t know I’d do worse than this." And the scary part? She wasn’t wrong. Trisha Ortiz had always been capable of worse. The heir to the Silver Moon pack. The hottest Beta back in college. Daddy’s favorite girl. A child of perfection with a blade for a tongue and fire for a temper.

Her eyes locked onto the flash drive, and slowly, fear crept in. "What… what do you want?" she asked, voice shaking. "Nothing." I slid the drive back into my pocket. My tone remained calm. "Just stay away from me. And keep certain people on a tighter leash. Otherwise, I can't promise this data won't be… accidentally released." Sweat beaded at her temples. Her lips trembled. She knew I wasn't bluffing. This Paula was no longer the soft, pliable girl they once toyed with. I had the strength—and the means—to bring the entire Specter family to its knees.

He ended up with a spoilt princess who was a handful. “Lewis.” Tricia’s eyes lit up when she saw me and she threw herself into my arms. “I missed you big bro.” I chuckled and hugged her back, “Missed you too kiddo. You’re all grown now with a mate and all.” I frowned, realizing her scent had changed meaning she was already marked and I shot her mate a dirty look. He couldn’t wait to ask permission from her big brother? Fucker. “Mmmm I know…come, meet my mate, Jack Mike Adams of red mist pack.” She said proudly as she looked at her mate with her green eyes filled with love.

"Anyway did you hear about this other witch in town?" "Joyce, how do you know that?", Tricia asks, alarmed. "People are talking, she's an old witch and i hear she's very powerful". "She's here to see the Alpha and nobody was supposed to know", Tricia snaps at her. "Why are you getting angry?, i just overheard". "Oh great, another witch is here to see him", Annaliese pouts. Tricia laughs softly and pats Annaliese's back. "She's old Annie, she's a hundred and sixty seven".

No one was near me but I was hanging in the sir. “What the hell!”, I screamed in shock. “Put her down Lily,” Caleb smirked as I was brought down slowly until my feet touched the ground. “Meet my new friend- Lily. She is a witch!”, Caleb introduced a tall, beautiful lady standing next to him. “Hi! I am Lily, and sorry for the flying thing. I didn’t mean to scare you!”, she smiled at me. “It’s okay. Thanks for saving me from that embarrassing fall.”, I smiled at her. She was beautiful, with hazel eyes perfectly complimenting her brown hair.

"It's just that I'm disturbed Ethan didn't check this out with me and besides, doesn't this whole arrangement make me look like a weakling?" "Whoah.... Calm down girl I'm not a babysitter. I'm only here to keep you company." Tricia replied. "And again, that's no big deal. That's just Ethan dealing with his OCD." Tricia remarked, catching my attention at once.

Ok"You are not gonna believe what happened?" Olivia lays on her stomach which has already settled the sandwich, she holds the phone to her ear with her right hand and her left one operating on the laptop, she stares deep at the screen forgetting she had picked up Tracey's call. She has been the screen joining sites about celebrities and threads of these famous families in the business world. She even joined weeve just like Isabella talked about and she has been interested in it, reading celebrities gossip and so on.

“So me bothering him is something he has to tolerate.” I turned to him seriously. “Slash—” “He’s always like this with me,” he continued, completely ignoring me. “Cold and cruel. But deep down, he’s always happy to see me.” Tricia relaxed instantly, letting out a small laugh. “Oh… I see.” She extended her hand toward him. “I’m Tricia.” “The heiress of the Verland Cooperative,” Slash said, shaking her hand. “Also one of the top beauties in the fashion powerhouse.” I nearly scoffed.

So perhaps, Tricia wasn't the devoted housewife she portrayed, after all. At around two in the afternoon, Tricia strolled out of the house, dressed to kill, in a sexy, scandalously short, royal blue, fitted dress with silver hooker heels. Her long blonde mane was curled and styled to compliment her slutty attire perfectly. Cassie's jaw hit the floor. It was a complete and shocking transformation from the jeans and t-shirt, Tricia normally wore, and if Cassie recalled correctly, the dress that just barely covered Tricia's cooter was among the photos of provocative attire that Jason provided.

' Anna Garcia nodded, holding the stone like Baby Trisha. KrisTinaen Oliver went straight to the toilet, and when she entered, she was hugged by the woman just now: 'Smoke, why are you here?' This voice, it was Trisha. KrisTinaen Oliver looked at her funny: 'Aren't you abroad? How did you get here? ' 'I'm looking for someone.' Tinarisha Sylvie said and smiled mysteriously, 'Elvis STinaerling is here, too.' “Elvis STinaerling？”