Trophy Ii Novels & Stories

He held himself oddly as we embraced, flinching slightly when I squeezed him. ‘You’re hurt!’ ‘Shhhhh… it’ll heal. Don’t reveal my weakness, babe. We’ve won, but it’s going to take time for everyone to feel sure…’ I was about to send back to tell him it was stupid to worry about that—but he nodded over my shoulder and whispered, “Look.” I turned to find Troy, no longer a tiger, standing in a circle of young wolves looking very uncertain as they rushed to him, cheering and high fiving, gushing over what he’d done and who he’d taken out.

Troy was beating the wolf out of him, and my precious rug was paying the price for it. "Troy," I said. He didn't hear. I moved in, grabbing the now-dead wolf's body and yanking it from under him, flinging it across the room. "That's enough." Troy rose and let out a deep breath. The scars on his back and chest were now exposed for all to see. Long, traumatizing things. The most horrific ones had been covered with black-ink tattoos, but the outlines were still easy to trace. They weren't decorative. They were meant to hide damage.

she says, a scowl on her face. "First of all," he responds. "Let me tell you the definition of a trophy. A Trophy is described as something gained or given in victory or conquest especially when preserved or mounted as a memorial. Or young, attractive woman who is the girlfriend of a rich and successful older person and who acts as a symbol of the person's social position, I don't know which of those two descriptions you place yourself under. Though I should think that if you go ahead and marry Marcus, you will very well fall under the second description..."

I wonder why Trent doesn't lock it If he doesn't want people inside. I get inside the room and I'm startled. It's just an empty room. Okay, it has hundreds of medals hanging on the wall and golden trophies placed on the shelves but the remaining middle part of it is empty. I look at the trophies one by one. Most of them have Trent's name on them. I pull the hanging golden medals and I wonder how he was able to amass these many trophies and medals in just twenty years. As I walk looking at the trophies and medals, I notice a maroon burgundy curtain hanging between the middle space. I walk toward the curtain wanting to draw it and see what's on the other side but I hear a deep voice downstairs

With the thrumming music, Javier waved about the WCOTY trophy fervently, looking a little hysterical with joy, It was when Quinna and Trevor were both distracted that he purposely let the trophy slide from his hand and break it. The trophy was not made of alloy—the material was unknown, but it was pretty fragile. It shattered like a vase once it met the floor. The moment the trophy shattered, something tiny slipped out of it, and Javier stepped on it swiftly. After he did so, Quinna and Trevor looked down at the shards in a stupor. After some time, Quinna exclaimed in disbelief, “You prodigal man. We have two trophies left now. How are we taking photos when we go back!?”

They have now whole heartedly accepted Xavier. The CIA had signed an agreement with the Scorpions that they won't be interfering in their matter from now on and in return the Scorpions have to promise them that they would leave their illegal activities. Xavier had heartily accepted this deal. He was now over the moon as he finally got what he wanted. Everyone was happy as finally the revenge and hatred came to an end and we all will head on with a new beginning and a new life.

Time overlapped. The little girl with braids became a grown woman, throwing herself into the same warm embrace. "Okay."

At the Moon Goddess' altar, he drapes the Luna shawl over my shoulders. He marks me with his scent so the entire pack knows I belong to him. Every full moon, he deepens the mark on my neck, whispering that I am his forever. I believe his love is unbreakable until our sixth anniversary. A box waits at our front door. Inside lies a pair of lace panties and a photograph. In the photo, Troy is pressed over his foster sister, Rue Youngblood, the wolf tattoo on his body glowing faintly. His hand grips her waist, his eyes burning with the same heat I've dreamed of a million times.

She said proudly. Tiffany liked showing off in her presence cause she felt it is the only weapon that she could use to fight back due to the excess jealousy Sandra always feel. "You are too proud for my liking,and calling you ugly isn't a figure of speech cause it is real,you are so ugly." She said again. "Bla bla bla, if you are calling me ugly,then what will you call yourself?" Tiffany ask flaunting her perfect shape before Sandra who was boiling in anger. "You are lucky that we are still at work,if not,I wouldn't hesitate to show you the stuff that I'm made of." Sandra said glaring down at Tiffany like she could hold her in her palm and crush her till she cry to live again.

Either way, if he wasn't gonna open it then I would've. "What are you going to do with it anyway??" Ivan asked, hurrying in the room behind me as he glanced outside for any sign of a fake Ivy. Guess they can't acquire the most recent memories or maybe that shapeshifter is dumb. Ohhh! Ivy is dumb so that's why he was dumb as well. Problem solved. That was easy. "Melt it. Grab those silver trophies." I ordered him, carrying the silver shield which was quite big. The room was filled with a variety of trophies but mostly there were silver ones and this is the exact plan of mine. I knew the school won't disappoint me to use it for my own tactics.