Truce Novels & Stories

Dirk pleaded, yearning to escape the situation. "Yes, Jellybean," Tricc responded, halting his approach but remaining only a few feet away. Extending his hand, Tricc met Dirk's gaze and softly commanded, "Hold my hand." Dirk complied eagerly, their fingers intertwining as Tricc closed the distance between them, cupping Dirk's face and pressing their foreheads together. "Open your eyes, Jellybean. I want to see Bane," Tricc whispered.

She sobbed. "You could have tell me , but no just like everyone at the wavoon pack .you tore with my feelings ,my Emotions.I thought we are friends for crying out loud.Is this what friends stand for ?''she yelled as she fall to her bed in tears . Trisha does not know what to do ,she was also in tears and in pain .she felt like her own words were crumbling and she could not make things right. Amelia soon stops yelling.Trisha uses that opportunity to move closer to her.

He said putting his forehead to my forehead. “I didn’t think that she meant we couldn’t have sex.” “Beau, you know she meant no sex.” “Well she didn’t say it so it doesn’t count.” I say crossing my arms. Trey takes his phone out starts calling someone, he puts it on speaker. “Dr.Grey speaking.” “Hey Dr.Grey, it’s Trey.” “Hello, what can I do for you?” She’s says. “Just verifying that when you told Ava to take it easy, that you meant no sex?” Trey said in a snarky way. “Umm, I would say no sex. Ava is the size of a nine month pregnant women right now and she still hopefully will make it to a minimum of seven months before birth. Keep your hands to yourself Mr.Trey.” “Hey I didn’t start it thi

Clark smiled, raising the suitcases above his head to get around everyone as the group grew larger when Creighton and Sandra’s two children joined the crowd. “We’re so glad you could come home,” Sandra told her sister-in-law, hugging her tightly. “How was your trip?” “Completely uneventful,” she answered, glaring at Giovanni as her brother wrapped her in his strong embrace. “I really love that plane of yours,” Giovanni told Creighton with a wide smile as Traci Ann took Olivia from his arms and ran off to play with her. “It’s very comfortable and I love the privacy. Nice to use a sofa rather than a cramped seat, too.”

"I'll give you another chance, but when I see you again the chance may your end!" Flame was frightened as he kneeled down on his knees. "Thank you." Flame said remorsefully. "From now on I will cut all ties with Wendell Hunt from now on and make an honest living!" He struggled to get up, but couldn't help but ask before leaving. "There's one thing I want to be clear off, how much of your total strength did you use against me?" Jate merely glanced at him and answered calmly. "Three percent!" Flame was shocked once again, and then humbly accepting his defeat and left.

“I have a brother too, remember?” Nodding I held out my hand for her. “Truce?” Trisha looked at my hand in shock once again, before looking up at my face. “After everything I’ve said to you? After all the horrible things I’ve done?” “That’s way behind us,” I shrugged. “I wouldn’t go back to it if you won’t.” Trisha nodded. “Never. Truce.” She finally shook my hand, breaking the ice between us once and for all. *

Luke wrapped his small arms tightly around his father’s neck. Tristan laughed, the sound deep and genuine. “I’m only going away for two days to negotiate an alliance, Luke. Not to war.” “Still, be safe,” Fairuza whispered, kissing his cheek before stepping back. “I will,” Tristan replied. He climbed into the SUV and immediately placed a large pile of folders on the seat between him and Zoriana, creating a physical barrier. He was silent, focused entirely on signing documents one by one.

I let out a long, shaky breath, my shoulders slumping as the fight drained out of me. "Look," I muttered, rubbing the bridge of my nose. "We need to call a truce. A real one." Khyrix tilted his head slightly, his gaze tracking the movement of my hand, but he didn’t move an inch. "A truce involves cooperation, Avelora. Not you running into the woods or striking deals behind my back." "It involves us staying away from each other," I corrected, looking him dead in the eye. "We are both way too stubborn ."

Tristan had found his target. Vince silently led me to where Tristan was. "Thanks," Vince said into the mic before shooting him and winning the game.

Hearing my words, Trudy’s smile faded. “I… I know. I messed up, Susie. I never meant for any of that to happen,” Trudy's voice trembled as she spoke. “I know it doesn’t mean much, but she’s forgiven me, and… and I’ve promised to get counselling. I’m going to be better. Let me be better. Don’t… don’t reject Susie. Please.”