Unholy Trinity Glee Novels & Stories

They were a group of six demons, four male and two females, which was a surprise to Gwendolyn because she assumed they would be three, hence the name Triad. Kieran walked up to the head of the table and lowered into his seat. Behind him was Kane and Dom. Dom didn't meet her eyes, but Kane glared openly, and if looks could kill, she'd be dead. Kane clearly despised her more. One of the Triad members, a white haired man with eyes like a serpent, leaned forward on his seat and placed his hands on the table. "Step forward, prisoner." His voice boomed out. Gwendolyn felt the familiar stirring of anger within her. How dare he address her that way?

I looked breathtakingly beautiful in my exquisite gown and a couple of minutes, I would be gliding past the several rows of chairs towards the aisle, my steps slow but graceful and my eyes fixed on my husbands standing under the floral pavilion as I made my grand entrance. I’d only seen the triplet once since Ella’s arrival and that was when we practiced my entrance yesterday for about an hour before they came up with an excuse and left. I heard moans from the closet next to me and curiosity got the better of me as I moved closer to see who was in there. The door was partly open and I slapped my hand across my mouth at the sight of Jake and Ella trying to sort out their clothes. It was clear

However, she manages to stay upright and regain her professionalism. “Don’t worry, dear,” Haley chuckles at her obvious distress, “This is not a forced mafia wedding … it’s consensual.” The woman blinks a time or two, clearly trying to figure out if she’s serious or not. “Eh … welcome,” she then greets. “I’m Trixy. Can we start with the fitting?” She’s tall and lean, looking like an older gray version of Zendaya. “We’re still waiting for one bridesmaid,” Haley informs her. She nods.

"Once the wedding is over, I promise I'll make it up to you." Patrick's eyes were red, but his hand was already aggressively sliding inside her tube top. "Ariel, I can't wait anymore. I need you right now." The next second, the two tangled together like octopuses, tearing at each other's lips as their clothes piled onto the floor. The banquet hall fell dead silent. Every single eye was glued to the big screen, watching the bride wrap herself around the makeup artist like a snake. Arthur's glass crashed to the floor. While rushing toward the sound booth, he roared, "Turn it off! Turn the fucking thing off!"

I screamed at the top of my lungs and turned around to leave. Just a few steps away, I heard painful groans and worried murmurs from behind me. I snapped my head back to see the three triplets aggressively rubbing their hands on their chest as if they were feeling a sharp pain there. This means one thing, the bond is refusing to break. My heart sank as it became clear that I was getting a mating pull with the most powerful and wealthiest students in this school. All three of them. The Moon Goddess must be playing games with me

Only the triad. Only surrender.

"Yes?" "What was that stuff?" "Stuff? Oh, yes, well, um, I told you. Its juice of forgiveness. Yes that was it." "Oh," She clipped her bra and felt around for her blouse. "But, what is it? It tasted kind of, um, yuck." "That's a secret, Heather. Priests only. Now, you know about the sanctity of confession, don't you, child? You can't tell anyone, anyone at all, what happened in here. Okay?"

“Even though she’s my mom… I don’t want to stop.” Derek lifted his head, dark eyes searching mine. His hand cupped my cheek, thumb brushing my swollen lips. “Neither do I,” he admitted, voice rough with emotion. “This us it’s insane. Wrong on every level. But the second I saw you… fuck, Gina. I knew I was gone. We’ll be careful. We’ll hide it. But I’m not giving you up. Not now.” I nodded, pulling him down for another kiss. Our bodies were still joined, his cum leaking slowly out around him. The betrayal tasted bitter, but the connection between us burned brighter. Sweeter. Addictive.

He did not know if he was doing the right thing, he did not even think so. The guests were beginning to whisper in hush tones, they were gossiping. Gladys and her husband were shifting uncomfortably in their seat, they could not come to terms with the fact that they were about to be embarrassed in such a cruel manner by their son. The Millers were beginning to get annoyed by the silence of Ron. Their unhappiness was shown on their faces and when Gladys glanced their way, the look Mike Miller had, gave her chills in her spine. The couple looked extremely unhappy, frowning and looking dangerous. Gladys wished that her son would do the right thing and respond to the priest already.