Trilby Novels & Stories

I, Charles Turner, was a single father staying with my son as he studied in Noule, Muria. Our neighbor was another woman and her daughter, who happened to be my son's collegemate. The mother, Kerrigan O'Reiley, was heavily pregnant. Meanwhile, her husband was constantly away from home due to work. Unable to reign in her urges, she secretly slept with my son, Carl Turner. Kerrigan's daughter, Shanine Baxton, was strikingly beautiful. With her amazing complexion and shapely legs, she could easily pass as a celebrity.

She walked in alone, shoes silent on the stone. Her father stood at the table, head bowed over parchment. He didn’t look up as she entered. Tristan was already there, in his usual spot near the fireplace. He’d been part of the household since before Mariselle was born but still carried himself with the caution of someone who expected to be told he was in the way. His dark brown hair, tangled and never quite tamed, caught the firelight and made him look younger. Sybille arrived next, pale as candle wax. She moved with liquid precision, her skirts never so much as brushing the furniture. She stood, eyes lowered.

She didn't hear what Trijal was saying across the closed door. After like hours, Trisha walked out from the bathroom only in a bathrobe as she has nothing to wear except this because her old clothes are really messed in with tomato ketchup. She found Trijal seating on the bed and freezing on his statue while gawking at her legs which are showing while Trisha gasped looking at Trijal presence inside the room. Invisible fireballs flight out the firing Trisha's eyes and to gain Trijal's attention on her Trisha cleared her throat but he was so lost in gazing at her legs that he didn't look at her.

I asked myself silently. “Someone . . . Someone . . . Someone . . .” she tried to say something, bringing her laughter under control. She managed to sit upright, and continued what she was trying to say. “Someone who doesn’t believe in superstition is gradually reaping the fruits of superstition against his own conviction. He carried someone today, and probably had his chest rubbed with breasts,” she said teasingly. I knew she was referring to me indirectly, but I decided not to reply her. I quickly shifted her focus back to the fireflies. “So fireflies with their bright lights, and flying zigzag means what?”

"Was your day fruitful?" Jacob asked as he entered their room. Trix looked up and smiled at him. "I guess it was then. What did you do today Krista?" He asked as he set his daggers aside. "I met a new friend." Trix said with a large grin on her face. "Why am I worried about this new friend of yours?" Jacob asked. "Her name is Lady Aria, wife to nobleman Gaius." At this Trix winked towards Jacob's direction.

I wonder why is she acting like that. "Uhm... No! No... N-Not like that. Come, Let me take you to Spencer's office." Sybil guides us on the road. "Oh my goly Crystal, he's so hot!!!" Trina whispered loud to me. I knew she was acting weird. I want to raise my palm to my face but let me do that in my mind instead. "Is that how everyone looks here?" she rolled her eyes inside the building and saw the man who walked on her side.

Their legs froze while Liliana watched like an enchanted how he pounced on every one of them without mercy. A howl escaped his jaws as he felt his arm twisted. He turned his eyes in the direction of Liliana and there she was casting another spell. It angered the Tribrid more!,he jumped towards her with an incredible speed but his body hanged midair while a smoke screen formed around the lifeless body of their fallen men plus the unconscious Mirabelle and Eli. "Scklepti incledia mar i á de puschka!" She pitched higher to Nicodemus irritation,in a blink of an eye everything disappeared except Nicodemus and his dead Gamma.

Tristan saw a goddess on the arms of another man. “You must forget us, Maru. You have no one to return to anymore.” another female sound reached his ears and the scene on the second one was much more painful than the first. This white haired beauty was riding bareback on the gigantic hard tool of an Adonis. “Mind tricks this time? Very good.” Tristan has only a smile amidst this attack. He offered one last look before he experienced the feeling of vertigo, over and over again. No one knew how long this tribulation lasted but there was one soul that had noticed this strange happenings.

She grumbled, pulling up the tail of her dress revealing a mass of black and blue bruise on her thigh, “Who is it?” I growl through my gritted teeth, “Who is— who is your owner?” I stumbled over my words, they were painful to say because even the blind could tell that I was still in love with her, even though I love Lilith, “It's Eve... Eve owns me now.”

No matter how many times she tried, she always ended up hitting nothing but air. Suddenly, one of the two with whom she was fighting with disappeared. She knows nothing good will come with that. But she cannot divert her attention from the one in front of her. Lucian is using his speed to confuse the dark creatures. Lucian is observing them before identifying the dark creature and delivering his killer blow. He had his eyes on Ophelia as well. She is young and is not well versed in these kinds of things. But he cannot stop admiring the girl for her courage. Even though she is tired, she is not giving up.