Trinity Novelist Novels & Stories

I can still smell her perfume, that very fucking one that started this and got her here in my bed writing this. Although that there is every part of me that are wanting this to be her own declaration of love or even yet a simple I am sorry, I seem to think that none of that will happen. Trinity is not capable of saying sorry. If you o catch her off her feet and she does utter the words to you, she is only trying to get her way out o the world of trouble. The woman does not know how to feel sorry; using her body with sex is her way of saying that okay; she understands that was wrong, so can we just carry on.

Trinity asked, looking at me skeptically. "Why wouldn't it be a good idea? He's such a great guy," I responded, confused. Trinity rolled her eyes. "Yeah, right. He's a billionaire. He could be a serial killer for all you know. You're too trusting, Raini." I couldn't help but burst out laughing. "Trinity, you're such a wild pessimist. Zavier is not a serial killer. He's a successful businessman, and he's been nothing but kind and respectful to me."

He really wished Haven was here, at least it was the only thought that could make him feel better. “ Haven where are you?” Tristan finally called out, reaching the elevator as he pressed the button . Hi My lovely Readers, I've three more books on Goodnovel, Alpha's Sexy Seduction Rejecting Alpha Lucious(Sequel of Alpha Lucious) His Purchased Wife. Do check them out and also please follow me on F*( Elk Entertainment) and i.n.s.t.a(elk_entertainment) Thank you so much, love y'all

He fed off it. But now? I play his game better than he does. I don’t flinch. I don't wince. I don't cry. Trinity made sure of that. “Smile, Quinn,” she’d purr in my head, and I’d do it. I’d smile even when every part of me burned with disgust. “You’re thinking too much,” Trinity says now, her voice playful. “Drink your coffee. Look pretty. Be seen.” I do. I sip slowly, lean back, and let my gaze drift to the street. The world keeps moving, oblivious to the war I’m fighting from the inside out.

“Yes, I have found the person who took her body.” Trinity opened her piercing violet eyes. “Who?” “Lord Stefano Michelangelo de Lucca.” Trinity laughed as she drank a glass of blood. “Of course, he was involved in this. That means he brought her back into his realm. A place I could no longer step my foot on.” She stood up, revealing her naked body. Jane kept her eyes trained on the floor as Trinity came out of the hot tub. The blood slid down her porcelain skin. She stood in front of Jane before asking her to stand up. Jane stood up and faced her maker.

Caitlyn this morning, trying to make some sense of it. Trinity looked up at her, then back at the book, then back at her again, and then she gasped loudly. Her eyes were huge with excitement and delight. And maybe mockery she couldn’t be so sure. “Am I seeing things or does the genre say Romance?” Kehlani ran her hand through her face, exhaling loudly. Her gaze met with Trinity’s expectant gaze as she took her hand off her face. “Yes it does. That’s my poison” .........

Trinity will be listed as ongoing for at least another week as I make these edits, but this is the last post. 2. The prequel “Trios: Beginning” will be coming out on GoodNovel the week of September 12th. I will be posting information (character sketches, sneak peaks, etc.) on my I N S T A G R A M. Feel free to follow me at owlonmywrist.

Rosenthal to me? Right then, the door behind me squeaked open, causing my heart to skip a beat. My arms shot up, pointing the gun in the direction of the door. I peered in to find the bedroom empty. Bracing myself, I entered slowly with dread pumping through my veins. Her bedroom was home to an endless collection of books, and a double-wide bookcase, covering the majority of the wall, held an extensive variety of the occult genre. Interesting... Mrs. Una Rosenthal was a woman with secrets. Dark ones.

Kathryn announces, cutting her eyes at Vincent. He stops pacing. "And why not?" "Because I cannot…" Her voice cracks, and she clears her throat. "In good conscience, vote to condemn someone of Fortunate blood." Vince frowns and shifts impatiently. He scratches his head with his gun. "This isn't about Kaden--" "I know it isn't. I mean her." All eyes fall on me, and the air stills. I keep my stare on Kathryn, on her lips, trying to process the words that fall from them. A Fortunate? Me? Is that what she said?

She joked and Amaranthe stuck her tongue out at her. It doubled Elizabeth over with laughter, “Yeah, Amar. I have never heard you say ‘fuck’ twice in one sentence.” She said, rubbing her stomach. Amaranthe blushed and held up her glass, “Blame the fucking mimosas.” She said, and the three of them burst out in a fit of giggles. ***** Hi guys! The St. Leonard Chronicles will be released in early June. These books will span over six novels - Ayden, Anastasiya, Matteo, Kiara, Damon, and Dakota plus a few more familiar faces will be making an appearance. If you would like to be kept updated, please follow me on Instagram @j.tarr02. - J.Tarr xxx