Trisha Paytas Zodiac Novels & Stories

Just quiet, building fury. So... you did this just to go to the Alpha Week with Xavier?" I asked, my voice steady, even though everything inside me still felt like it was spinning. She didn’t even flinch. Just scoffed and tossed her hair back. "Stop acting like you don’t know I’d do worse than this." And the scary part? She wasn’t wrong. Trisha Ortiz had always been capable of worse. The heir to the Silver Moon pack. The hottest Beta back in college. Daddy’s favorite girl. A child of perfection with a blade for a tongue and fire for a temper.

Trisha let out a deep breath before she spoke up to me again. “Did you not remember anything?” I furrowed my brows from what she asked me. “R-Remember what?” I asked while my heart was pounding so fast. “I'm sorry, Be.” Trisha apologizes and it confuses me. I don't understand her. Her voice looks so sad. I'm wondering what she meant about what I didn't remember. Is there really something I needed to know about? “Be, tonight is the full moon. We are about to shift and hunt for prey.”

Actually, I was born at the end of the year. "According to my ID card, I haven't turned 20 yet! I treat her like an older sister because I'm just following Finn's example." Ambrose inquired with interest, "Born at the end of the year? So you're a Scorpio?" Larissa looked at him suspiciously, wondering since when he understood astrology. Josie had no idea it was a trap as she responded happily, "Yes, I'm a Scorpio. Are you into astrology as well? What a coincidence! I also love astrology!"

I turned right, toward the horizon, where the ocean broke unnaturally. “Oh, of course it’s him,” Natalia muttered. Far out in the water, a jet ski shot forward like a silver bullet. And on it stood Pascha, wearing sunglasses and a grin full of sin. Behind him, clinging on for dear life with both hands and legs wrapped around his sides… was Trisha. “PASCHAAAAA! ТЫ БЕЗУМЕЦ!! ТЫ УБЬЕШЬ МЕНЯ!!”

I grumbled his name before closing the laptop. "Peaches, no. It's a no." He groaned, his gaze finally returning to me. "Trisha is NOT your friend and I honestly can't believe you are thinking of meeting her. Remember how you stayed away and hated me all these years because of that night? Can you please keep the same energy with others? You should not even be talking to her in years from now." "She was really repentant, Pietro and she just wants to eat out. Today is her birthday and she needs a friend to be there for her today."

But Alastair gave no f*ck about it. “You sure are quite feisty, royals. Do you really think I would let any of you take my mate away?” he asked with a cold smile, sending shivers down her spine. “You don't know what you are t-thinking, prince! She's a tribrid! Her existence is forbidden! She should be dead—” she wasn't able to finish off her words when Alastair's claw penetrated her chest, squeezing her heart, and taking her life. “So noisy,” he muttered and let go of her neck. She fell lifelessly on the ground with a thud. “Ops.” He chuckled emotionlessly.

she replies with a silly nod. “Okay, Jasmine, this is Ivy, she is Luna Matilda’s servant. And Iv, this is Jasmine and she is also salutary of the pack. I mean she is the hardback wolf as you know” Ma’am Trisha introduces me to Jasmine. Anytime I am referred to as Taika's servant, I have stomach churns. I don’t know if it’s pride but then I feel unwell whenever I’m called that. She has been favored by the moon goddess and greatest of all she has been blessed with the most beautiful and charming man I have set my eyes on.

Apparently not knowing what to do. Ynaria looked for something around the room, then she picked up the vase on top of the drawer. Slowly Ynaria walked towards where Trist was as its kept punching Paul in the face. Though Ynaria was trembling with fear, she bravely slapped the vase on Trist's mound. Trist quickly collapsed because of what she did, but she wasn't convinced Trist had fainted because she knew her could still commit a crime. So Ynaria hit the vase on Trist's head again.

"I'll talk to her when she's back on planet Earth. Let's get you back to the healing center." I knew Trista. She was a Silverlight—the daughter of an Alpha. That streak of high-born entitlement hadn't gone anywhere. To me, this was just a messy situation that required a little patience, not a mating-ending crisis. At the mall exit, the pack's black sedan was waiting. The driver had beads of sweat on his forehead and looked terrified. "Alpha Cassian... Luna Trista just ran past here crying. She looked... really bad." "It's fine. Just drive," I cut him off, sliding into the back seat.

Trista's POV (( Okay Tris what I'm about to tell you and ask you to do will most certainly be unortodox and against our were code but trust me when I tell you it's for a good cause )) I hesitate a bit before answering [[ uhh okay Luna ]] she proceeds to disclose the information and I can not believe my ears right now [[ Luna you do realize you're asking me to be shady and go out to shady places and tell shady people about you and your powers, you do realize this could back fire horribly for you and the entire pack if more than one crowd comes looking for you ]] (( I thought about that too, here )) she passes me a small piece of paper with a drawing on it (( this is said to be the symbol of t