Trouble Three Novels & Stories

I said without hesitation. “Where?” he demanded. I shook my head. “My turn for a question.” He laughed. “So it is.” “What is the Trinary?” I asked. “A group of three very dangerous assassins who pool their resources on occasion and help each other out from time to time,” he replied. “Now, where?” I gave him latitude and longitude coordinates. Those coordinates would be burned into my brain forever because I knew I’d arranged a slaughter there. “Excellent. Ibrahim, are you taking notes?” he asked.

"We'll fix it, Tri. Stop crying. It's not going to solve anything, ya know? You're the one who keeps saying that crying does nothing." "B-but everything's been going wrong since this morning. F-first I got up late, then the flat tire, then the flat iron broke...the DJ...and now...now the dress is ruined too. Maybe it's all an in-indication that we shouldn't be doing this," Trinity babbled on, sobbing. Casey and Tina looked alarmed at her last words and Casey nodded as she looked at Tina, a wordless message passing between them to call Dmitri. Minutes later, the man himself barged into the room.

Nora stopped breathing as her vision darkened. Shit! Did her trick backfire? Just as she thought they would kiss, the man in front of her stopped and buried his face in her neck. Staring at her pouty, moist lips, Liam couldn’t control himself anymore. But even after he prepared himself, he couldn’t kiss her. Every time he closed his eyes, images from that one incident that ruined his life would flash through his mind. It had been three years, but the memory was still fresh in his mind. Even after coming this close, he wasn’t able to let go of his OCD.

Vivian sensed something was wrong and tried to pull Winston inside. But then I saw that Winston seemed to be covered in sadness. He looked at Vivian carefully as if he wanted to see the true her. I recognized the emotions in his eyes. Countless times before, when Vivian had wronged me, he had looked at me with such eyes. Scrutinizing, suspicious, and distrustful... "What's wrong? Winston." Vivian's voice took on a bit of panic. "Vivian, the team called and said that there was a problem with my previous test." Winston's words were filled with guilt. "As for the wedding, I may not be able to..."

In response to our curious gazes, Sandra replies, “Last night, after Mother stated that this trio was five years old and has been steadily growing into their powers, Bhakti voiced a concern about possible other trios out there. Others that may have the same ill intentions that CCS have.” “CCS?” I give them a half-smirk. “You have a nickname for our big bad trio?” “It’s easier than saying Corinda, Casen, and Severn every single time.” Sandra punctuates her last three words with a clap on her thigh for each word and an eye roll at the end. “What do you mean, other trios?” Devin asks from behind us. All of us jump. Apparently, we were so engrossed in our conversation that we didn’t hear or

Chapter 3 The three went back into the town center where they wandered around for a little. Zane spotted a blacksmith shop in the distance and decided to go there. "You two! We're going to the blacksmith, keep up!" Zane ordered. The two-run beside the carriage and Clarisse whispers to Lucia, "I hate this, can you believe this? Ordering us as if it's nothing." "Calm down Clarisse, we're supposed to be used to orders by now," Lucia says calmly and smiles at Clarisse.

No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too much. I tried moving around to see if I could free myself but it just got worst because the movement made the trap move down a little like it was going to drop me but left me still hanging on the air and I didn't know how high up I was, I didn't want to break any bones. I again tried for anything that could free me but came up with nothing, at this point in time I was near tears and the ideas my mind was building wasn't at all pleasing.

The problem wasn’t over yet, but at least he’s gone for now. I turned slowly to face him again. His gray eyes, sharp and cold, were fixed on me. For a split second, I felt exposed, like he could see straight through me and through my thoughts. “I… thank you,” I said quickly, bowing and forcing a smile. “And… I’m sorry for the trouble.” “That’s the third time,” he murmured, almost under his breath, before turning and walking away. I stood frozen in time for a moment, watching his facade fade down the hallway. The words echoed in my mind. The third time? My pulse skipped. Does he actually remember me? My chest tightened as I realized what just happened. Or am I just possibly overthinking thing

I followed without resistance and sat down while Toby stayed close beside me, and Malachi took the seat across from us without asking. Toby leaned forward slightly, resting his chin on his hand as he looked at Malachi. “What do you do?” Malachi didn’t rush his answer. “I handle problems,” he said. “What kind of problems?” Toby asked, clearly not satisfied. “The kind that don’t fix themselves,” he replied. Toby’s eyes widened a little. “Like when something breaks?” “Sometimes,” Malachi said. “And you fix it?” “If I can,” he replied. Toby nodded slowly, impressed in a quiet way. “That sounds important.”