Novel & Cerita Trolls Xmas

I've been ignoring him, but his persistence is becoming problematic. I deleted the message without reading it. The Christmas gala is in two days. The annual event where the city's elite gather to see and be seen, to make deals and alliances over champagne and caviar. I'll need to bring Ava, show her off as my devoted wife, maintain the illusion that everything is fine. She'll smile and play her part because she has no choice. Because I've made sure she has nowhere else to go and no one else to turn to. And I'll stand beside her, touching her waist, playing the role of perfect husband, hating myself a little more with every passing moment.

When Noah Levine came back, Christmas had already passed. I'd thrown that reindeer lingerie into a street trash bin. "Babe, I left in such a rush last night that I forgot to give you your Christmas present." He pulled out a sapphire necklace and swept my hair aside to fasten it around my neck. Because he leaned in so close, I could clearly see the red marks on his neck and smell the sickly sweet perfume that obviously wasn't his. Knowing the scent belonged to my own sister made my stomach turn.

And followed by her, I didn't have much time to think about anything else when Jason spoke, apologizing for his sister as he took the things from my hands. … as usual, he looked so good, yet so cute as well today… Jason had a reindeer antler headband on his head, and I wondered if he had grabbed it at the last minute at some store on his way here as I recalled him telling me how his family didn't celebrate Christmas before. But those were just details as we all knew that tonight was more about business than anything else, a friendship dinner to keep things going with no issues for as long as possible. … some things never change about my family…

The group pressed on, exploiting the momentary advantage. Erica, her agility unmatched, darted around the troll, delivering swift and precise strikes to its vulnerable spots. Alana, a sorceress in her own right, summoned the elements, conjuring bolts of lightning that crackled through the air and struck the troll's hulking form. Ethan, with his keen eyes and steady aim, launched a barrage of arrows that found their mark, chipping away at the troll's strength. Every member of the group fought with unwavering determination, their collective will fueled by a shared desire to survive.

It morphed into anxiety, fear, self-doubt, and countless sleepless nights. I looked at my cold, swollen fingers, then slowly asked, "Ivano, did you have a happy Christmas?" Caught off guard by my response, the other end of the line went quiet. All the lectures he'd planned were suddenly stuck in his throat. Smiling, I said softly, "I had a happy Christmas too because I discovered a secret. The comment I wrote wasn't meant to mock you. I genuinely wish all of you well." Without hesitation, I hung up.

It didn’t make any sense though. “I still don’t understand. Why sign the treaty then? Why hide their trade if they could make money out of it?” I frowned. “And why are you all looking so worried? If this is a war brewing between the trolls and the pixies, then why are we even involved?” “The treaty.” Eli sighed. “That is why the trolls hid their enterprise so damn well. The treaty promises our protection.” The picture still didn’t make much sense to me.

“Trolls! Welcome our latest victims—did I say victims? I meant members!” Laughter erupted from the crowd. Raven raised a hand and the laughter dissolved. “I need a volunteer to wrestle them,” she continued. “Let’s see how fast their bones snap!” A troll stepped forward. He was massive—twice my height, thick with muscle, his skin the color of wet clay. “I’ll break them in two!” he bellowed, slamming a keg to the ground. The crowd cheered louder. I stepped forward. They laughed harder. “She’s serious?” one jeered.

he announced and the room applauded. I didn't know how to react. All these people looking at me and clapping felt so bizarre. "Elios, this is Marcus, he'll be training starting tomorrow," he said as he sat down, pointing to the man on my right. I looked at him and was immediately enveloped in fear. The man was covered in tattoos from head to toe. Even his bald head was covered in tattoos. I was surprised when he gave me warm smile and held out his hand for me to shake.

"We have waffles. Eggs. Bacon. Fruit. And hot chocolate because the guy downstairs said it's Christmas and the rules don't count." Malaya squealed. Judy's eyes widened on the screen. "Jordan Hall," she said, the stern mom tone trying and failing to hide her happiness. "You got something to say to your mother?" Jordan's throat tightened. "Hey, Mom." "Merry Christmas," Judy said, softer. "Merry Christmas," Jordan echoed. Jerry pointed a finger like a warning. "Don't drop the tray, son." Jordan laughed. "Yes, sir." Malaya ended the call with a bright, "Love you!" and clapped as if she'd completed a mission.

The Trolls were lined up in front of Edmund, ready to take any order. "You're wrong, brother. I never give up, remember?" Edmund in the back chuckled as he played with his golden wand. "You're wrong too, Edwig. I'm better than you, and always will be!" Wiggy didn't answer again, only smiling crookedly as he pulled out his flute. "ATTACK!" Without warning, Edmund exclaimed as he raised his golden staff. The Trolls bellowed in unison at Wiggy, but the youth's agility overcame them. He flew into the air playing the flute. The next instant a pack of Pixies came like a high tide. The Pixies lunged at the Trolls and swarmed them.