Triss Divergent Novels & Stories

A smug smile crossed her face as she took her seat opposite the Alpha with the triplets on her left-hand side. At least she still had someone who hadn't turned his back on her yet. The triplets said their greetings as usual and focused on their food. On a normal day, it wouldn't be an issue, but considering what happened that day, it got Vanessa restless. She needed to know if Zayne said anything to the other two. The triplet's expressions were confusing, and she had no idea what her fate was. Iris was in his usual calm state, working on his food with the cutlery, his expression neutral and calm. She had no clue if Zayne had told Iris what he saw in the path.

I will come back to you. I can't say all that to her. Not now. "I will, Nala, see you soon,” I say, as I end the call. I have to do everything real quick so I can go back to Nala and find out what is wrong. I go to Vivian, Carson's mate. He knows so much more about treating a lady than I do. Actually, I don’t think this is right. I also once had a mate, but she died two years after we met, and she was marked.

"Wait it out." "But he is clearly a hybrid. You all saw it." Bri muttered in worry. "What more could she want from him?" "I just happened to wonder..." Isobel called their attention. "Having mixed genes from three different races makes you a tribrid, right?" At her question, they all fell silent. Bri lost her ability to breathe for the next few seconds. "Your boy is so lucky, Bri. A force to be reckoned with."

"This document legally links the Castellano asset trust to my family's private holding firm for the next ten years. If he divorces me from the corporate network, he loses fifty-one percent of his maritime volume. He didn't just go to the airfield tonight to sign a temporary waiver, Nilah. He went to confirm that our long-term alignment remains exactly where it has always been." I looked from the signature to the printed digital photographs beside it. They were logs of private communication chains, timestamps showing late-night calls and hotel suite reservations in Amsterdam from earlier in the spring, during the exact weeks Darien had been initiating the merger talks with my father. The jeal

I was too much in a daze to respond back because of the simultaneous feeling of dread and need in my stomach. He broke away from the kiss and I felt like the air had been sucked out of my lungs, so I gasped and crouched down to recover myself. But also because I wasn't myself at the moment. The kiss had brought out all the stirring feelings of need for Haiden. Now that he'd kiss me, I knew I could be without the feelings he gave me. I couldn't be without him, and I hated that. Moon goddess, why did I have to be paired with my parents killer? I can't take this. I feel like I'd betray them because feelings towards one own soulmate was not one that could be repressed for a long time.

She had surfaced and was doggy paddling back to the boat before climbing aboard. “Watch—” Trent warned about a second before Leia gave a full body shake, spraying all of us with water. We all screamed, covering ourselves and turning away from her. When the shaking stopped, I looked back at Leia who was looking at us, obviously very pleased with herself. “She showed you how it’s done,” Trent said with a laugh. I watched with rapt attention as he pulled off his shirt and kicked off his shoes before taking a running dive off the edge of the boat. Me and the girls all screamed when he hit the water, a splash rising up, hitting us all. Khloe and Julia looked at me.

she said biting his head off. Trix did a once over of the guards again. “We can take them,” she decided. “Yeah, whatever,” Tristan said. Trix could feel his discomfort from where she stood beside him. “We need an escape route,” he said. “Look at you thinking like one of those misfits,” Trix taunted, she would enjoy it while it lasted before he became his bitter self once more. She closed her eyes and opened them once more. “And the egg became a portal key to the place the holder most desired,” her voice was monotone and her eyes distant, with a slight purplish hue.

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

Sometimes the pain of her departure was so bad that he honestly thought he could cut off his own head. “Don’t be surprised to hear the faintest news that Vivian whom you still putting on your warm love and trust have divorced you, and got married to a man that pleased her. Love is a tendency toward simplicity, which cannot be violated with any impunity. You must realize that nothing in this life has ever been as painful as being able to trust a harlot. She will give you sad thoughts, and pangs of regrets. She made harsh accusation against you. There could be all kinds of stories in that squabble between you and her, which two of you would better define and settle.” Rogers added strictly.

Arnou tightened his hold on my arm and gave Triss a warning look, but she ignored it and hissed at me. “Can we talk?” I asked her calmly. “Who the hell are you, and what have you done with DACIANA!” She growled as her eyes changed between slits and oval ones, betraying her anger and her urge to shift. “Triss, stop,” Arnou commanded as he narrowed his eyes at her. But I could feel his emotions, and underneath his relief at having me back, fear and wariness stuck put, coating my tongue like a bad taste. “What do you mean stop? She’s clearly not your wife!” Triss yelled, giving him an incredulous look.