Truce Novelas e Histórias

“I warn you. It means that a JP will show up here, as well as Granny and all my brothers and my men again. Can you handle another round with them?” I feel my smile coming again. It seems to be getting more and more use. “I think I can handle them. They’re not so bad. And I’m sorry for drugging you. Or rather, attempting to.” I hold out my hand again. He stares at it for a second before his big palm graces mine. Our fingers lace together like an old, sturdy boot. “Truce?” I ask, concentrating on that instead of my pounding heart, the electricity zinging up my arm, and the fact that this feels nice. Nice, as in, normal nice. Like my hand could get used to his ha

One friend wouldn’t kill me. I pulled a leaf out of my note pad and wrote the word ‘TRUCE’ on it then I placed it and a cup cake on the counter in front of him. No one says no to a cup cake. He starred at me harshly for a few seconds and I thought he would stuff the paper in my mouth. Then the crooked smile appeared on his face that quickly grew into a large grin. “These are the conditions...” “Conditions!” I exclaimed cutting him off, “It’s a truce not a German invasion.”

"However, I may be willing to—come to some sort of an agreement." Nicole's attention peaked, looking at him again. She narrowed her eyes cautiously. "An agreement?" "Call it a truce, Palmer." Seth grinned faintly, peering down at her smaller figure. Nicole hesitated. Surely, this was not something she wanted to get herself stuck in. "What is it?" She had to at least know, seeing as it may be her only option. She needed some sort of peace, knowing Seth wouldn't forever hold this over her head. "What would this truce you speak of, entail, exactly?"

He said. I was finally able to get my shit together and speak. “I suppose it has been a long time. It would be naive of me to think that you hadn’t changed, at least some. I'm sure I have changed some too. So what do you say? Truce, old friend?” I said, extending my hand to Azrael. He nodded to me. “Truce.” He said, and rather than grabbing my hand, he pulled me into a hug, clapping me on the back. “I’ve actually missed you, believe it or not... We were quite the pair back in the day.” He said to me.

I responded, my voice cold. “Haha… Hahaha.” Truce laughed, his eyes crinkling at the corners. If I didn't know how many things he had done, I would have thought he was just an old man who liked being around children. I mean, he looked the part. However, he wasn't. “So… You must be Rhea Thorne. I've heard so much about you, it's amazing to finally meet you.” Truce stated, crossing his arms.

I let out a low scream as my boots give way and I fall backwards. A strong hand wraps around my waist and tugs with a force that steals the breath from my lungs. My hair flies behind me in a symphony of chaos, but my vision still zeros in on one person holding me effortlessly with one hand, like I weigh less than a piece of paper. Truce. People’s eyes are usually bright with emotions, any type. Even grief makes them shine with tears, unsaid words, and irrevocable regrets. Truce’s however, are dim as a dark green quiet and eerie forest. If I wasn’t staring straight at him, I’d think he’s a creature of the wilderness.

"Now we're talking, Dani. How will you help?" "Couples therapy." I pause. "Heard it smoothens a rocky relationship. I really hope it works out for you because the two of you deserve each other. Trash deserves Trash. Wendy was smiling in my face the entire time she was sitting on your face. The two of you disgust me."

“She’s so brave. Can you tame her?” A strange smile formed on Tristan’s lips before answering Cyril. “All steel softens when a fire melts it.” Trisha was startled when her friend suddenly dropped the knife she was holding on the floor. She looked at her cousin in surprise because that was where Jade’s gaze was focused. She heard what her cousin said because of the strength of his voice. She raised her eyebrows and her cousin just smirked as he fought Jade’s killing stares. And her boyfriend was obviously trying to suppress a smile.

Me: I just don’t, maybe you aren’t trust worthy. Timi: How can I gain your trust? Me: I don’t know, but you just might. Timi: How about we go somewhere for the rest of the holiday season. Me: Don’t push it. Timi: A man has to try right? Me: A man can try, but not this girl. Timi: I have missed you. Me: Says someone who disappeared for almost three weeks and just showed up today. Timi: I was giving you space and again, I am sorry.

We were almost there, and I couldn't wait to sit down. "How about a truce?" Damon suggested as we rounded the top of the hill, catching me off guard. "A truce?" I repeated, not entirely sure I heard him right. He gave me that breathtaking grin I had seen him give the females at his grand ball, and my traitorous heart skipped a beat. "Yes, Pirate. It's when two enemies agree to have a moment of peace between one another. Usually in times where both parties are required to work together to reach a common goal."