Truce Novelas e Histórias

She glanced up and watched Trinity run down the lane to her, she increased her pace. Trinity offered her a small smile between pant, not trying to hide that she was scanning her body. Trinity's eyes stopped on her face, her right cheek to be precise. She had applied some make up at that spot but it seemed she did a terrible job. She opened her mouth to say something, what exactly? She wasn’t sure. But Trinity smiled, staring down at her with an understanding gaze. “I’ve got you” Trinity told her, dipping her hand into her Gucci purse and pulling out a brown powder in a fancy case. She watched Trinity fuss over trying to hide the hand print properly.

He shouted, fearing he may have said something to that effect while drunk. “Vince! I won’t let you go!” She wailed, tears rushing down her face now, streaking the make up she wore. She darted past him and blocked the stall door. Vince’s loose grip on his temper vanished, and he pushed her to the side. He only pushed her lightly, but she had latched onto the front of his shirt and the buttons popped loose and hit the wooden floor with a loud pinging sound. "You would rather bed that tramp than me!" Kathleen screamed.

“After I take your energy for the gem, I’m leaving for a few days.” “You’re leaving again?” I hear the heartbreak. Distancing myself is hurting her, and I want to stop. After a moment of no response, Tru says, “Fine.” She goes to her room then quickly returns, carrying a bottle of liquid. “What’s that?” I ask, a little confused. “Lube. Now, take off your shorts so we can get this over with, and you can be on your way.” Tru’s voice is cold.

I haven't had the courage to tell Priam about it yet. True is the apple of our eye. We would protect him with all our life. Unlike any other kids, Truce was different. He was introverted but was highly intelligent at the same time. I wonder upon who does he took over from us. He has orange eyes that looked strange but when fallen into the sunlight looks beautiful.

“Ours. I can do ours without turning it into a contract you have to sign with your blood.” “I know.” Alex set his mug on the table. “That’s why I’m still here.” They sat with the rain. Then Alex said, quieter, “School’s another year at least if I keep this track. I don’t want to freeze my life waiting for Silas to become comfortable. I also don’t want to pretend the truce means I owe him a version of me that never left.” “You don’t.” Troy’s answer was immediate. “The truce is a ceasefire, not a reverse gear. We build forward. He keeps up or he doesn’t. Bridget already is.”

“It’s not what you think. Please just cooperate for once.” Liam immediately nodded and pulled out his phone to show me their chat history. “My family’s been pressuring me to get married,” he explained. “So I came up with this idea and asked Heather to pretend to be my girlfriend to get them off my back. Ethan, don’t overthink it.” As I stared at the transfer record of five hundred dollars in the chat, Liam cleared his throat awkwardly and whispered, “That was a payment to Heather for helping me with this act.”

My heart jumped, a fluttering echo of everything we’d endured, everything unspoken. “Truce,” he murmured softly, barely audible over the quiet ticking of the clock. “Just for tonight.” I hesitated, then nodded, my lips curving into a small, tentative smile. “Truce.” And for the first time in a long while, I allowed myself to simply breathe, letting the world, the chaos, and even Drake’s impossible presence settle around me—if only for a fleeting moment.

he offered as he walked up to my bedside. “You will need all the help you can get,” “How are you helping, dipshit?” “Jericho!” I exclaimed. “That's enough,” “How is he helping? I'm curious,” “First, I will be merging our companies. All that is mine will go into building yours,” Triscade answered with a genuine smile. Part of his body was charred but it was already healing rapidly. “And I'm going to tell you every you need to know about Raid Argyle,” At this moment, my interest was piqued.

But I inched towards the note. Read one line and I was already rolling my eyes. "It seems I startled you today. I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Al. Please forgive me by accepting this peace offering. PS. You can't reject it if we're doing the truce." The truce? What the hell does he understand by truce?? And AL? He was calling me AL? Like before? "Oh this stupid bastard!"

His eyes were steel, “Remember that tonight. You will not ruin his night with your-” “I would never do anything to ruin Marcus’s day. You know that-” Triston slammed his fist onto the table. My plate shook, my hands moving away from my food. “I don’t know that!” His voice boomed, “This isn’t a fucking game. I need his time here to be perfect.” I felt my breath being held in my chest. “You won’t ruin another thing for me.” With that, Triston stood up and left me at the table. Triston and I were like fire and ice. He burned, and I melted with him near me. I gripped the edge of the table before I stood, my legs wobbled, nearly giving out from under me-