Trinity Tuck Novels & Stories

She rolled her eyes. “Everything you want, or everything you need?” She looked at me, and it brought into question my entire view of it. “Perhaps. What is there to need?” “Tell me about yourself, Tucker.” I sighed. Where do I begin? Tucker Harris. Brother of Jordan Harris and son of Barry Harris. Heir to a huge pharmaceutical company and riding on the wealth he'd been given his entire life. Father to a husky, Rocky. Founder of a children’s charity foundation. CEO of the Boston Barnacles. I’m a simple man, truly.

Motherfucker. He fought the urge not to roll his eyes. Wait a sec, was he hitting on his wife? He clenched his teeth harder before he spoke. “I’m Tripp Wrylee. A friend of Mayor Dax Easton. My sister Charleigh is married to Bryce Chase.” Why did he even bother telling him? “Name’s Tinsley. Just wanna give this to Ari. Freshly picked from the orchard.” He didn’t even bother to offer his hand for a handshake. He picked up the basket of peaches and offered it to Tripp.

Cara, my best friend, the one person from that world who didn’t treat me like I was broken. I hesitated but finally answered, putting the phone to my ear. “Trinity!” she burst out, her voice full of excitement. “I had to check in. Are you coming back to the ceremony?” “Still thinking about it,” I replied, trying to keep my voice steady, but the bitterness seeped through. “I’m not exactly eager to go parade myself in front of the pack, call the triplets my Alphas, and pretend everything’s fine.” “Trin,” she said, her voice softening, “I know it’s hard. But it’s important. You know how serious the Accession Ceremony is—every pack member is supposed to be there, especially you.”

"It's good to know, baby. If you even glance at another man, I would be so jealous that I could knock over the vinegar jar." He held her hand, from the fingers all the way up to the arm, and it felt quite comfortable. Jessica hummed and said, "Troy was a swindler I knew in high school." Her magic tricks were also learned from Troy Atkinson. Six years ago, when Troy said he wanted to get into the Las Vegas scene, Jessica told Morgan about it, and Morgan introduced him. When Jessica was in college, she went to Las Vegas for fun. But now, Troy is no longer a swindler, he is a legitimate manager.

Sammy had run to when we’d first arrived, came toward us. He surprised me by shaking my hand first. “Tuck Castor.” I kept my grip firm and nodded. “Elena. This is Atlas, Amy, and I’m sure you know Mark.” I pointed at each of them once I’d released his hand. Tuck’s hazel eyes appraised each person in our group. His long, blond hair fell over his ears, and his sun-kissed skin was puckered with scars along his arms. “Atlas told me we were heading to the smaller portion of No Man’s Land up north,” Tuck said, his gaze bouncing between myself and Atlas.

Tara The Pack House was empty. Just what I needed. Trinity was feeling restless, too. I needed to unwind, and after twenty-one years of waiting, she couldn't wait to get her paws on the ground and run. I made my way upstairs to my room. "Would it screw up my shift if I smoked a little weed?" I asked Trinity. "Nope, it shouldn’t be a problem. The Moon Goddess told me you’re a pothead." She snickered.

I didn't ask any more questions. I'd known of Tucker because he was a year ahead of me at a school in a neighboring town, one of our district rivals. Tuck had played quarterback, and he'd been a legend until his senior year, when a freak accident on the field had paralyzed his legs, costing him both his career and year of recovery and rehab. He'd started at Birch the same year Quinn, Nate and Gia had, and he and Nate had struck up a friendship when they'd been matched together as roommates.

But I could never say this part. “I know. I'm sorry. I already fixed it.” Trent tried hugging me but I pushed him off. His words stung me harder. “You already fixed it? How?” So what if he broke up with Tracy? So what if he told the press and the pack elders that I didn't embezzle the funds? That it was just a miscalculation and misappropriation from the company heads. So what if he's staying home now, bringing me breakfast in bed, and trying to start conversations with me?

Trix grabbed her now clean bag and walked off in the direction of the front door, ignoring the pleas and screams that echoed behind as she walked in some weird way, she liked it. The door closed with a bang and for a minute the world went dark. When light returned, she was dressed in a school uniform watching other students brush past her and into the building. She turned and looked at the large double doors swinging open and shut. Engraved in the door was the words: Trinity Academy at the bottom of a crest, that held a moon, a droplet stained red and a book with swirls around it. Trix glanced around bewildered.

“Thanks, cousins. Good luck.” “Bye.” Nick left. Triffany looked at the open street and wonder where she would go now. She saw a music ongoing musical show signboard. She checked the address and took a taxi to the place. She head over to buy a ticket, since watching a show will be fun. She was about to buy the ticket when someone taps her shoulder, she turned around to see who it was and was surprised. “Tommy.” “Triffany Joey, what a coincidence. Like it's been years.” He was smiling too hard that it seems his lips were going to expand.