Truce Novels & Stories

"What the hell is going on with you Tristan? You are no longer friends with Efron right? So we are no longer friends as well. Please leave immediately, I don't want him to catch you visiting me, you'll be in a big trouble!" "I will accept any punishment he would inflict on me, after all I am the one who broke my promise to him. I just lost my second brother but I want to make things right Tricia..." he made a pity face to convince Tricia. "Please give me a few minutes, I'll make this quick!" Tricia opened the door for Tristan. "Okay fine Tristan... come inside but remember to make this one quick. I don't really have one day to listen to your story!"

Everyone was here waiting for the doctor to come out of the operation theatre, and inform us about Xander's condition. While I was struck in Trance. Though I can hear them, I decided to switch myself off. I am hearing them but my eyes are trained on the two doors of the operation theatre. My heart is telling me to cry, but the tears are not ready to take the fall. My heart is thumping wild, but the brain is fixed in Trance. Unresponsive. It doesn't know how to react. I am just looking straight, eyes fixed, fingers rotating my wedding band.

After disconnecting the call Mr Sati rush to Trijal who was holding Trisha forcefully as she was trying to wiggle out from his tight hold. " Let go of me! Leave me, you dead meat " Trisha cursed Trijal who was cutting her waist short by tightening his grip around her waist causing her to hiss in pain and discomfort. " Why? are not you enjoying our proximity? " Trijal mocked making Trisha smirk at him and stop wiggling in his hold. Trisha snaked her arms sexily around his neck and look into his deep dark eyes which has a slight trace of panic in them due to Trisha's this act.

She immediately let me go. “I’m sorry Harper, I wasn’t thinking!” she said guiltily. “It’s not my incision, you were just squeezing really hard!” I whined. She laughed in relief. We spent a joyful day together, Lane and I even managed to get along like two sisters should. +++ When we returned to the cottage that evening Gabriel lit a fire in the fireplace while I made our habitual drinks. I was rewarded with Gabriel serenading me on the guitar as I watched on in awe of his talents. His deep gritty voice sent chills through me as he sang:

Valerie was now the one who brought him food and cared for him. Chuck quickly hung up, seemingly afraid that I would disturb him and Valerie. I scrolled through social media to see that Valerie had shared a new photo. It was captioned, "Thanks to a certain someone for carefully putting this candlelight dinner together." The photo was one of Valerie's selfies. She made the peace sign at the camera, and there wasn't anyone else in the photo with her. However, I still sharply saw half of a man's hand in the bottom right corner. I immediately recognized it as Chuck's because he wore the wedding ring we'd bought together. I locked my phone and headed to the bedroom, falling onto the bed tiredly w

We collided in a warm hug, holding each other tight. "I've missed you so much!" Tracy exclaimed, her voice trembling. "Me too," I whispered, tears pricking at the corners of my eyes. We parted, and Tracy led me inside. Her cozy living room enveloped me in comfort. We settled onto the couch, hands intertwined. "Tasha, I'm sorry," Tracy said, her eyes sincere. "I was wrong to judge you. You deserve happiness." I squeezed her hand. "You were just looking out for me. I know that."

“You’re unbelievable.” “And yet you’re still listening.” “If I do this,” I started slowly, “If I agree to meet again, negotiate with you, do you promise there will be no tricks? No violence?” Tristan bowed his head a little. “On my honour as Alpha. I give you my word, Violet.” The words meant nothing. Still, I nodded my head. He could play the part of an innocent man all he wanted. “Fine then. One more meeting. Public. And it has to be on neutral ground.”

“You said something about us, parting ways since our collaboration is over?” So that's what he was thinking of? “Yes…it's the only right thing to do now…” “You came into my life, called for a truce, I gave you one, we've been doing good together, and now you want to leave just like that?” “Ace, you know the truce was needed solely because of the business.” “So now we're good, you wanna blow things off once again?” “Once again? Excuse me Mr. Linton. I'm not blowing off the truce, I'm just stating the very professional thing to do.”

Shouts chase her retreating form as she dashes between players. "Balance," I call out, tracing the rune with my hand and watch in amazement as Queenie falls backward, her arms pinwheeling. "Tranquility," the room goes still, everything stopping as if time itself couldn't be rushed. The people who were once angry and pushing their way towards us stopped moving. Soon Queenie and I are the only ones moving. "Grace," I finish the incantation, moving with the speed and agility of a dancer, leaping effortlessly over tables to catch her before she its the ale-soaked wood.

Was it possible that the almighty Zach Elliot Day had been dreading being left out in the open, all rejected? Sighing, she looked down at his hand on her wrist and then she used her other free hand to remove his from there. "Fine, but you better cooperate with me and focus, or I'm going to drop doing this. It's not like I can fail or anything if I don't tutor you.” “I promise I will.” He said, pointing his pinky finger at her. She looked down at it for a long moment, before picking it with hers in a pinky promise. The moment their skin touched, she shivered, but she hoped he didn't notice that.