Trollstopia Season 5 Novels & Stories

The seer fired back making everyone laugh. “Trolls are not violent dear seer, they are the same as your kind, they are not violent, but it doesn’t mean that there won’t be any rotten potatoes in a sack. Like you.” The troll elder fired back as well but before the seer could say anything else Tia chanted a spell and sealed his mouth. “You should have done that a long time ago.” The troll elder said to Tia.

“Do you know how I survived those five years in prison, constantly bullied and beaten? I held on because I kept thinking of you both. Even when they had only left me one drop of water, that thought was what kept me alive. “But everything I went through had been brought on by you two. And after all that, I was still dumb enough to feel grateful that you hadn’t completely abandoned me. I’ll never make that mistake again. Xena slapped herself right in front of me. “I know I was wrong, but I swear, I’ve only ever loved you!” Riley followed suit, slapping his own cheek. “I just want you to be my dad!” I did not move. I walked away, leaving their desperate kneeling and loud smacking behind me. I w

I won't let Sebastian and Natasha win. What do I do now? My mind races as I try to come up with a backup plan. I need something bigger. I need something that will destroy Sebastian’s image so completely that no amount of “lovey-dovey” couple photos can save him. And right then, the answer hits me. Vanessa. The bitch he left me for in the past five years ago. Quickly, I grab my laptop and open the folder I have been keeping for five years. There it is. The video of Sebastian proposing to Vanessa five years ago on that live television show.

The Gakoli Police Department forbids anyone from using the statements of a death row inmate to mislead the public, defame the police force, or challenge a lawful conviction. At her words, something struck deep within my soul. The pain was so intense that I felt like I was being torn apart. In Gabriella's eyes, I was a traitor who had been living it up for the past five years. A reporter immediately raised her hand, asking, "Chief Campbell, Oliver Rypien already made it clear where Victor Patton's body is. Will the Gakoli Police Department conduct any drilling at Pier 17 of the Joy Bridge to verify his statement?"

I expected to see the graveyard of my anniversary dinner, but the kitchen was spotless. Rosa, our house help, must have come in early. She had bleached the counters and scrubbed the pots until the scent of rosemary and thyme was replaced by a sharp, clinical lemon. My five hours of work had been wiped away like a common spill. My phone buzzed on the counter. It was Andrea. Andrea (10:14 AM): Okay, spill! How was the big anniversary dinner? I want all the tea, babe. Every single detail. I stared at the screen. I wanted to tell her the truth. That I had spent the night watching our wedding videos on repeat while drinking straight from the bottle because using a glass felt like too much effort.

I sighed as I picked a random show and laid down on my stomach, snatching a pillow and placing it below my elbows before resting my head. I grunted as I paused the show immediately, knowing it wouldn't catch even the slightest of my interest. I continued to scroll through the movie options, deciding to choose one that would at least keep me awake. Eventually, a show called "Too Hot To Handle" caught my eye. I pressed "ok" as I threw the remote to the side, watching the show halfheartedly. For its big size, this place was pretty damn boring. • • •

Concurrently, Alpha Qillalon went to the conference room where Elder Mauritius, Alpha Zane, Alpha Cain, Alpha Hercule, and Alpha Mercimer were waiting for his update. He entered the room and gave them a rundown of everything that had happened. “Do we have proof that the troll is not the Omega Killer?” Elder Mauritius asks, his voice filled with rage and uneasiness. “By the looks of it, the fire troll is not the Omega killer. It's not part of the M.O. of the killer.” Alpha Qillalon replied while frowning. There’s a part of him that wants to stay in the infirmary and wait for victims to wake up or watch over Vesper till she wakes up.

T*****r caught fire before the segment ended. #TheFifthVowIsForever trended again. Ava, listening from home, nearly spilled her tea. “Lord, this girl done declared a movement.” Ruth cackled. “You raised a PR army and didn’t even know it.” At MAX Holdings, Marcus’s phone buzzed. He glanced at the trending clip. Delphine’s fire lit up the screen. He smiled despite the chaos. “She’s got her mother’s backbone.” Natasha frowned. “That’s her daughter?”

They sliced my skin open as I pushed through, but pain didn’t matter anymore. Ten meters later, I burst onto a mountain trail, and from halfway down the slope, modern skyscrapers shimmered in the distance. When I looked back, the “lord’s estate,” the place that had stolen five years of my life, was nothing more than an old-fashioned villa hidden in the hills. I stared at it, stunned, wanting to laugh at the absurdity, yet tears fell instead. Five years of humiliation and five years of being less than a person… Had I even been like a human to them?

My tone and voice were sharp, reflecting all the feelings I had bottled up. He fell silent. His face tensed, as if he wasn’t ready to face my firmness. "I—I don’t know where to start. In these five years... I've realized something." I held back a bitter laugh. "In these five years, I’ve realized many things, one of which is that life without you has turned out to be easier than I thought." My words bit, and I knew they were painful for him. He bit his lip, as if holding back something.