Trish Lita Novels & Stories

Thankful that I can't feel anything anymore. My name is Cassandra Wright I'm 18 years old and this is my story, my life. I am from the Crescent moon pack or should I say I was until I had to run for my life. The Crescent moon pack is one of the largest packs in America and has some of the strongest warriors. My father is a werevolve and the Alpha of the pack my mother was something different a hybrid vampire-witch. And what does that make me you wonder I'm one of a kind a werewolve, witch and vampire. I'm a tribrid.

My heart stung painfully and I fought back my tears. I cuddled myself, hugging the sheets. The moment I shut my eyes hoping to fall asleep the door suddenly yanked open and I jolted from the bed. My head in the direction of the door and my heart pounding excitedly but I was met with the most disappointing faces. "What the fuck is she doing here?" Trish, the silver lingerie girl from my first day at the VIPs spoke and she was in the company of no other stripper than Natalia who had a vicious grin tugging her lips

"Whatever this is, stop it." "I'm asking a simple question," Brecken said, and his voice had that edge in it, the one that meant the question was not simple at all. "She's been here two days. She's training with the warlock. She's sleeping in your house. When does she come home." "When she chooses to," Lucian said. "Which I believe I've made clear to you." "She's my mate." "She's a tribrid with three natures and four anchors and a prophecy that has been building toward her for centuries." Lucian looked at Brecken with the kind of patience that was almost its own kind of aggression. "She is not something that belongs to one person's timeline."

She gushed. "Congrats to you too, Trish," Natalie chuckled. She glanced at the kids clutching at Ricco's hands and smiled. Trish was blessed with two cute children. Her daughter was ten and her son was six. She looked at the rest of the people coming in and smiled. They weren't anyone who would have missed this anniversary. "Thank you so much for coming," she said smiling at her husband's business partners. From one guest to another, she moved to greet and smile at them with Dante's hand wrapped around her waist.

“Don't you think she looks wonderful? “Trisha said with amusement in her voice. I just shrugged my shoulders and my eyes glued to Lilith, and observed what she was doing. I could notice that she expressed an exaggerated sigh and she landed with a rigid posture, crossing her arms and her looks penetrating me. “You! “She pointed her finger at me. I just shrugged my shoulders and walked away from her. That makes her furious at me. I don't want to waste my energy arguing with Lilith. There are a lot of things to be considered. A lot of problems that I need to solve on my own. About Lucas, about Mia and finding myself lost. I want to bring back the real me. No one really cares that all I want is

this was okay. "I wasted two fucking hours on you... trying to make you special... out of this fucking world and it was only okay." "Okay!" she said when Blair stood up, her brows furrowed when she said, "What are you saying?" "I am saying that this was the best pleasure of my life. Don't you feel the same?" Blair was quiet, she somehow felt that the girl liked her? "What if she's a... "are you...?" Blair was interrupted by Blaze who said, "yes, Blair. I am a lesbian."

My life was on an endless downward spiral of shit. Further into the depths of nothingness. No light, no hope, no 'better tomorrow'. It's never been better. But sometimes I wanted to lie to myself and try to pretend that everything was fine. Just like today when I went to the campfire on the lake beach outside of town because of Tracy Hemmil. Tracy, who liked to call herself Trix, was a ferocious metalhead and impressed me from the first moment I laid eyes on her. Short black hair, smoky gray eyes and a mysterious smile.

Luis frenetically ran about the float, directing the driver and constantly taking pictures of his project and the performers. Trish never felt sexier in her life. She knew that she looked really good. Her body was toned, evenly tanned, and glistening with sweat. Dancing was the only thing she was good at and could be proud of, so she was determined to show off her talent to the entire Island.

She was stylish, clad in a modern and chic outfit, and she exuded an aura of self-assuredness. “It’s an honor to meet you, Ms. Kayla,” Lila said, shaking my hand firmly. Her voice was confident, with just a hint of excitement. I smiled, intrigued. “It’s nice to meet you too, Lila. What brings you here today?” Lila’s eyes sparkled as she spoke. “I recently attended one of Raven Media’s performance and media workshops, and I heard that you’re the one who can help people make it big. I want to become a famous singer like Adrian, and I’m hoping you can help me get there.”

"I am by far your biggest fan. I've seen all your movies at least two million times." "Two million? Really?" She didn't pause while I spoke over her. "Your ads and videos. I've read your blog." "Yep, don't have a blog. I hate commas, and they hate me." Still didn't pause, not even to breathe. "And those great commercials you did when you were a kid." The best part - she did the rerun of the commercial on her phone. Trish's eyes grew wide over the two-minute conversation, and she stepped in front of me and used what I could only imagine would eventually be her 'momma-voice'.