Trilogías Novels & Stories

Hints of wet wood and freshly mowed grass whip by my nose on the tail end of a zephyr, and I inhale it deep into my lungs. The distinct sound of metal clashing with metal demands my attention, and I risk a glance over my shoulder. A rather large man, dressed head to toe in black deerskin, jams the shapely ends of three metal poles into a pot of lava. He waits a few minutes, scratching his bald head to kill time. Then, he grasps one of the poles in his chubby knuckle-less hand. He pulls it from the pot, and I watch the small flames dance on the end. Pulling it toward his face, he blows off the fire. I gasp at the sight of the angry, glowing red Sario lion and grab fistfuls of my dress as my s

I had rebuilt myself. With a thriving career, a loving family, and the man I cherished by my side, I was writing a new chapter. One filled with sunlight, and a future worth believing in. Perhaps, this was what a happy ending truly looked like.

“I always knew you’d be mine.” --- Author's Note: Hey friends! I hope that you enjoyed this collection of stories about of our favorite characters. It was a lot of fun to be able to explore them a little more. Here is some information about current and upcoming projects: 1. This is the end of the Trio of Mates series, but don't despair! We'll be starting on the Trios Legacy series, which will be about 8 books about the children of the trios. The first one will be about Zak, Charlie, and Brandond's pups, called Hide and Seek. All of the books will be named after children's games because it's about the children of the trios. This book will come out the week of Christmas.

The joy in his heart was pounding when he remembered how last night he killed James with his own hands. Alexander felt the protruding part of his armpit, it was a bug that was implanted in his body. With this tool, he can tell everyone the situation he is in, without having to bother using his cellphone. In his heart, he smiled with satisfaction. Imagining how Xavier would lose at the hands of the enemy. ** Sinokmput

I demonstrated, breathing in slowly, and felt her shuddering inhale against me as she tried to match my rhythm. When she finally pulled back, I searched her face. “Now tell me what’s wrong. Why are you so upset?” “Everything is ruined, Lisa.” Her voice was hollow, ancient, nothing like my mother’s usual warm tones. “I thought running would be enough. I changed our names, erased our trail, moved us across continents. I thought if we went far enough, if I buried our scent deep enough, he’d never find us.” She gripped my arms, her fingers trembling but strong enough to leave bruises. “But he’s coming. I can feel him in my blood, in the very air we breathe. The bond never truly breaks.”

The angry growls coming from them was enough to cause every nearby person to crouch down into themselves. “Dammit,” Dillan practically shouted before he lowered his voice again. “We were only two years away from graduating and becoming eligible for missions. This is bullshit, how are we supposed to make a name for ourselves if the war is over before we get a chance to fight.” They continue to bicker for a while before George changes the subject. “Did the Silver Myst make an appearance?” I had to struggle to suppress a laugh.

Trisi yelled. Trisi's mood is subject to change frequently. She would be all loving at you, and the next minute she can bark at you like a dog. However, she doesn't get angry at Avie and Shawn as much as she does with Heena. One would think that she gave birth to Heena to a man that abandoned them before meeting her present husband. There was no history of Trisi getting engaged to two men in her youth days and she has no record of being divorced in the past.

This is the story of Motiesha, a natural yet complicated dark skinned woman who's life is about to change as she's drawn into places she can't escape with unfolding drama, action and comedic relief. DISCLAIMER: This is a work of fiction. Unless otherwise indicated, all the names, characters, businesses, places, events and incidents in this book are either the product of the author’s imagination or used in a fictitious manner. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. ★Please Enjoy★

"Zyah has nothing to do with my son's accident, Dale. That was an accident. His dad doesn't want that to happen. I know that her father has been living his life in guilt, that is too much to bear, Dale." "Lola. Why-" "Teach yourself every day. You know, you need to let that off. If you don't know how to forgive, then how can you learn to love again? Surrender that to our Almighty One. That's the very first thing you must do." END OF FLASHBACK "Sir!" I received a strong punch on my elbow from Trish. "It's time for our flight!" he added. "Ah? Let's go." See you soon, Paris, France.

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.