Trina 2000s Novels & Stories

Hope's. Four minutes. Trina's mind raced. No escape. No options. No hope. Three minutes. She thought of Nickey. Wondered if he was watching. If he'd understand. If he'd forgive her for what came next. Two minutes. She thought of the baby. Hope's creation growing inside her. Using her body. Stealing her future. One minute. The red light activated. Live. Broadcasting. Eight billion watching. Trina opened her mouth. Ready to confess. Ready to destroy herself.

And yet, in this corner of the club, she felt something close to safety. Trina was a whirlwind of energy. She introduced herself again to Adrian and the rest of the table, in a whole conversation and then ordered us drinks. She leaned forward on her elbows, animated hands painting the air as she told stories about her misadventures trying to land a modeling gig. Every few minutes, her eyes darted sideways toward Adrian, who sat across from her with the stillness of a man carved from marble. He sipped his drink, watching, listening, never giving much away. But Mya caught it—Trina’s lingering glances, the way she fiddled with her straw whenever Adrian’s gaze flickered her direction.

I asked and she scratched the back of her neck nervously. Trina is never nervous, and even if she is, she hardly shows it. There is something wrong with her and I just hope it isn't that bad. “I…I just wanted to tidy up,” She stuttered, again, Trina is very bold she would only stutter when she is telling a lie. Firstly she was the first to know about Areola's kidnap and that of my kids and right now she is acting odd. “Your room is never untidy, you are a room freak,” I said and she just shrugged.

“Thank you for sending Trina. She brought a great selection for me.” When did I ever tell Trina about Ingy? I don’t remember. It doesn’t matter. It will help her out, either way, and by proxy, it will help me too. “I’m glad. Were you able to help her?” “I did. Is that why you were calling?” “I need your help again. I will double your…payment. I need to pull off the same thing we did twenty years ago. I need it for my son’s mate. I want Trina to be my daughter-in-law. It must happen.”

"Since you won't show courtesy, don't blame me for being ruthless—if this blows up, no one gets off easy!" On the other side, many ladies were congratulating Melinda. Trina looked around. Seeing everyone surrounding Melinda, she hurried over, deliberately holding up a glass of wine. "I've heard you're beautiful. Seeing you today, you're truly stunning! Congratulations, Miss Chambers!" Trina finished her drink in one gulp. Melinda looked at the unfamiliar face. "You are...?" "I was a trainee at Hammond Pictures. My name is Trina! I've always admired you."

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

The woman’s eyes lit up when they landed on Alexander, ignoring Serena entirely. “I’ve been staying here for a few days and didn’t expect to run into you,” Trina said warmly, her voice tinged with familiarity. Without waiting for an invitation, she slid into the seat beside Alexander, treating Serena as if she were invisible. “And who’s this?” she asked, finally glancing at Serena with barely disguised disdain. Serena opened her mouth to introduce herself as Alexander’s client, but Trina didn’t give her a chance. Instead, she leaned closer to Alexander, her voice dripping with charm. “I heard your Manhattan property is due for a renovation. I know an excellent designer who could handle it be

It’s a classic case of you-know-who. So anyway, while in the UK, Trina’s addiction to opioids got worse. She dropped out of school. When her parents first tried to get her to rehab, she ran away and went with the wild rich brats she had become friends with. Sex videos of her and a bunch of guys went viral on the net not long after that. Like, orgy-type of sex videos. Like, torture type. Like, rape fantasy BDSM kind of stuff.

"Find me something we can use that doesn't involve terrorizing civilians. And someone get me fresh coffee — this shit's cold as a witch's tit." The door to the clubhouse office swung open, and Trina strode in balancing a tray of steaming coffee mugs. “Figured you boys could use some fuel,” she said, setting the tray down with a clatter. Her blue eyes flicked from the computer screen to my face. “That her?” I nodded, accepting the coffee she shoved into my hands. “Thanks, T.” Trina studied the paused image, her lips pursed. "She's got that look," she murmured. "The kind that says this doesn’t end without steel bars or a body bag."

that's unusual Trina blushed and stood up after Sharon and Debbie hyped her to the full 🎶He was like 6'3.... Trina started 🎶Dark skin brudda had his eyes on me🎶 🎶Hair money, green and my swag look clean🎶 🎶He was like, "Yo, pretty girl where you been🎶 🎶Don't wanna cause a scene, ain't seen you before🎶 🎶Lookin' like a snack, wanna know what's in store🎶