Trisha Navel Novels & Stories

Taking a deep breath, I stepped in. The moment I entered, Trish's familiar voice called out my name. She stood at the edge of the crowd, her eyes lighting up as she saw me. She was wearing a white silk solid dress that draped over to her ankles and beautiful jewelry. She had a pretty pearl necklace around her neck and a golden bangle on her rest. Her makeup is exceptional and her nail polish was breathtaking. Aria stood by her side, a welcoming smile gracing her lips. "Alondra, you're here!" Trish exclaimed, her voice filled with joy. "We were just talking about you."

“Yeah…“ I grimaced. “Exactly. So, I shouldn't be overthinking that you had sex with her when I know you wouldn’t, right?” “Why would I do that? I wouldn't,” I chuckled slightly. I can't believe she placed so much trust in me. I was so screwed. Why did I make her go on with the thought that I didn’t fuck Trish? Hopefully, Trish wouldn't talk about what happened out loud. Nivea smiled and placed a soft kiss on my lips, then her face turned pale. “Why do you look so nervous? Is there something you are not telling me? Something I should know?”

I remembered when I had training with Aron when it was my witch part that was present, in the middle of the training he decided to switch to a duel, he was not merciful at all Aron attacked me on all sides when he was really close to my face he raised his claws and was about to swipe at my neck when my hands transformed to claws at the last minute and I was able to block his attack, but it immediately retracted back. After that it has happened three more time also during intense fights. “ so it’s my turn to talk now huh” I said towards Chase sheepishly. “ yeah, I want to also know what’s going on in your life. I’m your best friend” “ I know and I’m sorry for keeping you in the dark. It’s not

Ava spoke in my head. Yes, traitor, what a right time to show off. Even if I had rejected Alpha Kendell, that doesn’t give him enough reason to spend a night with my ex-best friend... Because a best friend wouldn’t throw herself at her friend’s mate after a little misunderstanding. I clenched my fingers, my legs wobbling as I steadied myself, wanting to hear more. "That’s not even the best part," Trisha whispered, as if sensing my presence. "Nana has now been moved to the royal chamber. She will no longer work with us," Trisha completed.

I pointed at my belly. “Let me do the work, Luna. It’s my duty to serve you.” “I can’t keep not doing this and that, Trisha. I’ve worked before, and if I have to do it again now, it won’t be a problem for me. Please understand my situation. We are on the run; I cannot use you all the time.” “Yes, Godiva.” Trisha’s call for me changed as soon as a middle-aged woman passed by us. Trisha was always quick to respond, and I was lucky to be accompanied by her. It wasn’t until the woman disappeared that she chuckled, displaying her neat teeth. I figured she’d be pretty if she smiled more often.

She couldn't put it past Snara though, because one look at the woman’s simplicity, it was difficult to tell that she was easily one of the billionaires in town. "Get ready to take some videos off the internet,” Trisha said to someone on her phone as she joined the Marina employees in staring at the Alpha and the Marshall Luna. Now that she looked at them, they were polar opposites and probably the only reason they matched so well. Oh but this was golden. Noah looked at everyone and figured there was no point in trying to make things any better. So he waited for the alpha and his wife to get out so everything could go back to normal which would be so hard.

She even opened the last video and Cyril was able to get up there. “Where is Trisha?” asked the young man weakly as he slowly got up. Nida hugged the girl and she started crying again. She even feels the same while smiling. “Cyril, you’re not good yet. Forget about Trisha because you’re just doomed—” Trisha’s gaze sharpened as she stared at the cellphone in her hand. The video cuts and she recognizes the voice speaking even though the face is not visible. Nida scratched her head and gave a worried smile to Trisha’s questioning look at her. She forgot to cut the video. She was excited about that time because her son was looking for Trisha, so she immediately took a video.

Dalett and Trisha have been Selena’s friends since they were kids and their parents are also close friends. Trisha has dark, long hair. Over her short pink leather skirt, she put on an ankle boot. She was standing next to Dalett, a small woman. She was dressed in a long blue jean trouser with an open back top and neck-length black hair. Her earlobes are each pierced three times. “I’m sorry, but I warned her not to do it.” She simply refused to listen.” Trisha replied with a furious stare towards Dalett. “I’m sorry, Selena. “I thought it would make you feel better.” Dalett said.

“Breezer?” She turned, met him without flinch. “Smooth line,” she said, a sly curl at her mouth. “Why not. I’m Trish.” “Scott.” Seth set two bottles down, condensation pooling. Scott paid on reflex. “You’re with the island crowd,” she said. “Sort of. United Families of Hell find a new hell,” he said, and wished he hadn’t. Her fingertip traced the glass lip. “Found anything weird out there yet?”

She stepped into the path of Vince who steadied her and then used a finger to trace the curve of her neck. “A pity.” Vince stated as he continued, after Cole and Carson. Trisha clutch her neck as she collapsed on the ground, her legs refusing to hold her up. This is the second time, her neck had been threatened. Third if she added Myra’s own to it. if only she would listen to reason and back out while she still can’t but no. Sometimes the quickest path to hell was a deep sense of righteousness.