Tris And Four Novels & Stories

"No. I'm not going any higher." "Very well. Officer, do you stay with your bid of 3,500 Florins?" "Yes, Sir." "Excellent. 3,500 Florins ... going once. 3,500 Florins ... going twice..." The gavel cracked on the table. Trish flinched at the bang, which seemed to her as loud as a shot. That gavel announced a turning point in the life of prisoner #4. She had just become the property of another person.

“Yeah, the world’s a very complex place, man. There are couple that people call throuple.” “Throuple? And what does that mean?” “It’s three people in a committed relationship.” “Oh, damn. I didn’t know about that.” “Yeah, you’re still young and I’m judging based on your skin.” Tristan divulged. “How old are you again?” Tristan asked and I got nervous for a while. “Twenty. I’m twenty.” I ended up lying to him and I don’t even know why.

were his final words. I knew he was truly going to be back in the evening. He was hooked somehow. To every young man, a first talk about girls is like taking an intoxicating liquor in a cold weather; it warms away your cold feelings, and at the same time gives you that foolish, undefined feelings of happiness.

He glanced at her and whispered, "Don't worry, baby. No one in this world can separate us. The Styles and Miller families are nothing in my eyes!" Angela's eyes widened. "Hubby..." Jate turned around and snarled at Jimmy Miller and Mico Styles, "You guys have frightened my wife! Get on your knees and apologize to her!" Huh? He's getting them to apologize? Everyone else around the hall was stunned. How unreasonable! Mico Styles face darkened, and he calmly said, "I guess you want to do this the hard way. Big four, go ahead and teach him a lesson!" Among Mico Styles's subordinates, the Big four were the strongest. The team consisted of Ram, Chris, Klien, and Rod. They were childhood sworn brot

“It is a journey of power. You have to join forces with the Blue Britain pack and the Purple Front pack. Gather up to three hundred people and until then, you would know what next to do or you can summon me back then. If not.” she said and vanished into thin air. Trevor was stunned where he sat down. This was not what he was expecting. He had thought it would be something about some people trying to overrule them and did not expect it to be joining forces with other packs. And to talk about it, the Blue Britain and Purple Front pack, they were known to be the strongest packs in the wolf world.

We didn't make it outside to do S'mores, we're all wiped. "Whatcha lookin' at?" Trick's voice is deep, lazy, and amazingly sexy. He and I are on the couch, and somehow I'm lying against his chest, our legs entwined as we share a blanket. It's not how we started, but it's how we've ended up. Riley is sitting in the only other chair in the living area, Tux on her lap engrossed in the TV show. "These flowers," I pull up the website I've been perusing. "I love them, and I'm waiting for some to go on sale."

"The trauma you sustained also affected one of the triplets you were carrying. Unfortunately, despite our best efforts, we were unable to save that baby, and surgery was necessary to remove the fetus…" My breath hitched. Triplets. I had been carrying triplets, a miracle I never dared to dream of, and now one was gone. A sob tore from my throat, a sound filled with such raw pain that it seemed to pulse through the sterile walls. It soon morphed into a series of wracking cries that made my body convulse as I gasped for air.

This time there were only the four of them aside from the driver behind the wheels. The younger couple was already inside the vehicle; had they not, Trisha would also have lightly embraced Don Carlo the way Denny did to Trixie, so the Don would not fuss about anything. He looked so cute with his complaining looks, while Trixie was just laughing behind him.

I cannot live without them. Alpha Hunter stirs beside me, and I turn to face him. I trace the outlines of his face with my finger. His defined jaw and sharp cheekbones. I still find it hard to believe that I have this handsome, loyal, and caring man by my side. I have four of them—okay, minus Killian because I don’t see him filling out any of those qualities, but he’s cool in his own way. I snort. What am I saying? The man is barely managing to tolerate me.

“There are only three known triadic bondings recorded in supernatural history. And all of them ended in war. Or coronation.” I stared at him. “What are you saying?” “I’m saying,” he growled, “this isn’t a bond of mates. It’s a trinity. Power, heart, and soul.” “And when one is threatened…” Xanden added, voice tight with realization, “the others rise.” I swallowed, trying to process it—but something else was stirring now. A vision. A memory that wasn’t mine—but maybe belonged to the sea. Or to blood. I saw a throne carved of coral and bone.