Trish Lita Novels & Stories

Callie dropped it to the ground. "You see, my daughter?" her demon mother cooed. "I love you and I always will." Lilith disappeared into the shadows, much like Lucy did. Finnegan bared his teeth and ran after her. Callie got up and followed him, afraid that Lilith would kill him after all. She nearly tripped as she collided with something on the ground. Heart in her throat, she touched it and realized it was a body. She felt wetness as she found the gaping hole in its chest that must’ve been Lilith’s work. She squinted in the dark until she could make out the face clearly. It was Trish Rait.

She was ready to shop for everyone and especially for Yash, who always demanded lollis on the video calls. She purchased a bunch of kit-kats for herself and munched on one of them as she shopped. The stock was expensive like the last time but this time there were better things that she could opt to shop. Her phone beeped and an instant smile formed on her face as she looked at her screen. 'Trishu Mishu' was the name showed. "Hel.." "Yat..yath..arth...please co..come ... iiitss pain-paining..." Trisha cried in pain and cryings of Yash could be heard in the background.

Rion smiled at his grandmother, and the corners of Cristela’s lips curled into the same amiable smile. “I hope you are always filled with happiness,” Cristela said sincerely. She was happy because their relationship had gotten better. After sitting there for a long time, they returned to the palace. “Your Majesty.” Trish approached when Rion was about to enter his room. “What’s wrong with you?” Rion frowned upon seeing the purple bruises around Trish’s eyes. “Did Anwen kick you out of the room again?” Trish took a deep breath. “Since she got pregnant, she has become very fierce. Every night, I feel like sleeping with a leopard,” he said in a limp tone.

*Tring* Before it could ring again, I pick up the telephone. "Ethan! This is Rita. Come down, I am dropping you home. I will not hear any excuses, I know you are hur-" I keep the phone immediately disliking the female’s tone the way she was trying to flirt with Ethan. Snap that bitch’s head! I stand up, not liking the closeness between me and Ethan. Dakota pulls my nerves to again gawk at our mate's enchanting eyes and swift him off his feet and carry him in a bridal style to the cabin and have him right now.

“Take a break away from each other and let us try to talk with her. Maybe she’ll listen to us.” “That’s probably the worst thing you can do for her,” Cathy said taking the initiative and joining the conversation. “I did a report a few years ago for my thesis at school. I wrote about Melanie MacBride. She is a pop singer from Ireland. About fifteen years ago, she was involved in a bad auto accident that nearly killed her. After spending weeks in the hospital, she was finally released to go home. Her injuries were much worse than Irena’s. The accident gave her spinal damage that left her paralyzed from the waist down. She said it took her months of rehabilitation and counseling before she acce

“But he’s losing ground. Evelara’s pulling strings while pretending to hold them together.” Her name makes my pulse stumble. Evelara. The Luna who wears calm like perfume and hides cruelty beneath her skin. There’s something about her that has always felt familiar, though I could never name it. Lucian sets the blade aside. “You shouldn’t blame yourself for Trish.” “I told her to light the fires,” I whisper. “If they caught her—” He stops me with a look. “Then we’ll get her back.” The words settle between us. Not a promise, not a boast. A vow made in the language of exhaustion.

“Well it turns out that Trish, Suzie, and Juliette now work for Ted.” “Wait what?” “Exactly what you heard.” “How? When? Why? Wasn’t Ted a computer clerk or something?” “Trish called it a startup. That’s all I know.” Tanya nodded slowly. You still haven’t gotten over him, have you?” Alicia asked. Tanya sighed, and rested her jaw on her palms. Her right pinkie itched the top of her nose. “Guilty as charged,” she said. “The trip isn’t helping?” Alicia asked.

She wouldn't let Mayell ruin what her brother just started. Mayell was seething with anger as she glared at Trish walking away. “Argh! You're so irritating, Trisha! Huh, you think you can scare me? Let me see your bravery. Hmp! And what's this about that girl being famous? I don't even see her in events! And having her own company? Nonsense! That girl is just relying on Travis! Hmmp! I need to go fix myself, that girl is stressing me out!”

I held my breath, awaiting her response. Trish's words cut through the air, her voice filled with a calm reassurance. “This ain't necessary, yunno,” she said, her tone carrying a sense of nonchalance. “It's not a big deal.” Her casual demeanor made me pause for a moment, her perspective contrasting with the weight I had placed on revealing my secret.

"It's not like you're saying at all." If he really felt something remotely like that he wouldn't need other girls. He wouldn't deny me in public. And he would open up a bit more, not still pull up that stone wall between us as if letting through something about him would mean the immediate dead. "Oh, please-" but got interrupted by a new person that stood before us. "Kimberly, Hailey, you make it!" Both our attention got snapped up to the newcomer and my guts curled at Trish's beautiful, sweet grin. Her golden hair fell delicately around her shoulders like a halo and she was wearing a fitting purple dress that was enough to make me feel graceless and ugly.