روايات وقصص ضمن Trixie Belden Fanfiction

So instead, I nodded with a smile. "I am sure he will. Who can resist you?" "Absolutely no one," she grinned. "So, I guess we are hybrids then," I said casually, in a bid to move the conversation from Umma and Baba. It hurt to listen to all that when I could have been here to witness it all. To be a part of her life. When I would've dealt with every piece of shit that had hurt Lisa. But I wasn't here. And dammit does it hurt! "Tribrids. We are tribrids. Umma is a hybrid. A dragon witch."

I was about to walk away when her words stopped me in my tracks. “In a week, there’s a ballroom going on in the Frostbite Clan. I would like you to come.” Frostbite Clan. Is that where she’s from? Why does she smell so familiar? “What makes you think I am the perfect one?” “But…” “Listen, I don’t want to hear any of it. Go away. Whatever you want me for is useless right now. I am in no mood to get into some fucking stupid alpha's drama because you wanna do what again, huh, damn? Get the hell outta here.”

She pulled it out and unzipped it slowly. Diapers. Cash. Luna’s birth certificate. A burner phone she’d bought at a gas station two towns over. Her favorite book—Moonbound Hearts, a supernatural romance she’d read a dozen times. She tucked it into the side pocket. She didn’t know where she was going. Only that she couldn’t stay. The trailer creaked as Darren shifted in his sleep. Aria froze, her breath caught in her throat. She waited. Nothing. Just the sound of his snoring and the low hum of the refrigerator.

THIRD POV The beta stared wordlessly at the girl in front of him, he tried to keep his thought from straying but he found himself admiring her delicate features. 'Her beauty is like a magic spell compelling me to want to stare forever.' He thought to himself. 'She should be ours.' His wolf said in response. Miguel couldn't say he was not greedy for her as well, he wanted to have her solely to himself. If only he could bewitch her into becoming his.

“Those are my… siblings, well, half-brothers. We have to get along.” Fenrir inhaled slowly, the faint scent of his cologne mixing with the crisp night air in the car. When he exhaled, his voice was low but firm. “You’re a girl… a beautiful one. You’re not related to them by blood. The triplets… they have this thing for beautiful girls. They can’t help it.” I blinked, my heart skipping a beat. “Hold on… what are you suggesting?” My voice was sharper than I intended, a mix of disbelief and alarm.

She nodded quickly at me. "I sure did. I told him where we'd be headed and he said if anything happens, let him know. He's got friends in Pines Port who are always willing to lend a hand or 3. I need to text Trixie also. I won't be hanging out tonight apparently." I nodded at her response and she turned facing forward, pulling out her phone. Trixie is a mutual friend of ours. Male by day, female by night. He has a taste for women's cloths, but damn, he certainly has style and we adored him for it.

I get out of the car and take some air. Trixie comes to me, wrapping her arms around me. “We’ll see her again, Sebby. Promise me that I can still spend some time with her and no more calling her every five minutes.” I roll my eyes, and I can see the hint of a smile in her eyes. “Fine. I promise, but no night outs without me and no skimpy clothes for her.” She scowls. “That wasn’t skimpy, and if I have a body like her to show, I will dress skimpier than that.” She flips her hair back and leaves.

Trix saw Lady Marcella giggle and the crowd burst into laughter. "My lady, My fair and beautiful Lady Marcella you have smitten me! You have me eating at the palm of your hand and following you like a lost puppy. You have changed my world, and I would like to ask you to continue changing it. I ask you, no beg you, please be my wife." Trix's jaw dropped she could feel the world around her shattering. She could feel her legs shaking. She could feel her heart breaking. She must have lost her balance because soon enough Lord Felix was at her side and holding her steady.

Trixie The classroom buzzed faintly with chatter and the clack of pens against desks, but Trixie was somewhere else. Her elbow rested on her textbook, her cheek pressed into her hand, as she stared out the window. Alice had left earlier that week, along with Tyler and his parents, on a mission she couldn’t talk about publicly. Even though it was still new and strange to think of Alice as a warrior, she trusted her. Alice had a purpose now—to find others like Trixie. Gifted wolves scattered across territories, hidden from the world, waiting for a chance to be part of something again. Part of this pack.