Victorious #trina Novels & Stories

Now I had Trina wanting to help me, and I wasn’t in this alone, and something about her and her story made me feel like I could trust her. Once again, she squeezed my hands, and this time she gave me a kind smile, and I couldn’t help but to smile back at her, knowing that she was here for me. “What do you say, Mila? Shall we do this? Shall we help Alpha Gunner take down the poison that threatens his power within this pack, along with the filthy rogues that they are working with?” She now asks me, and I finally give in and shake my head yes, as the fear I was once feeling began to wash away, knowing I have Trina now on my side.

"How could I? I was with your men." Victor's phone rang. He answered. Listened. His face went dark. "Police raided the delivery address. Seized my truck. Arrested my men." He grabbed Nickey. "Interesting timing." "I didn't know about any raid. I swear." "Bring the girl." "No! Leave her alone!" They brought Trina in. Victor held a knife to her throat. A thin line of blood appeared. "Last chance. Did you set this up?" "Wait! Please!" Nickey begged. "I didn't know. Davis acted alone. I'll do anything. Just don't hurt her."

Trina’s eyes darkened. “I will remind you of this day,” she said quietly. “This little victory you think you’ve won. When I take him back, Benita McCracken. Damien is mine and mine alone. Don’t forget that.” She stormed out. Benita stood there, anger simmering through her. The audacity. She had dealt with women like Trina before, polished on the outside, venomous underneath. And she knew one thing for certain. Trina would be trouble. When Benita entered the dining hall, the atmosphere felt… ceremonial.

She wanted to find the answers behind Thomas's intention of getting Arthur arrested. Monday rolled in and Victory returned to the office like a woman with a mission. Not wanting to stick out like a sore thumb, she wore a black turtleneck top, a pair of jeans and a pair of sneakers. She was unsure why she's projecting Steve Job's favourite outfit combination but she needed to be on her feet in order to get things done, wearing heels and a pencil skirt will not help her achieve her goal. Unbeknownst to her, wearing black did make her stick out like a sore thumb, for Victory Sinclair is most often known for her bright, colourful outfits.

This was better so everyone would see that I was the victim and not him. I could feel Trina’s eyes burning into me and I gulped. She could make a scene at the place but she knew better than to do that. She was a woman who liked her dignity. She would do anything to promote herself as the woman of tomorrow for the pack. A Luna was not supposed to be attracted to violence like the alpha so I didn’t expect her to attack me. When we entered the room, the alpha led me to the bed as I pushed him down with disgust.

“Everything else is a war crime.” “You wound me,” she said, placing a hand dramatically over her chest. “Honestly, you’re so ungrateful.” Trina disappeared for a second, then came back with two flashcards in hand. “Pick one.” “What are you doing?” I asked suspiciously. She stood there with the confidence of someone about to ruin my day on purpose. “Pick one,” she repeated with the cards’ backs facing me like some twisted game of fate. “I swear, if this is some voodoo tarot thing—”

Mandy barked. "Yea, I think she'll be a great profit to the band." Mandy was suffocated with shock, and was getting short of breath, "but um... You just met this loser today and we... I and Mckayla have known you since a long time." "Yea, I'd pick either of you but Trina is the singer Jackson Fellas need. I'm sorry but I pick Trina." Mandy felt bittered, she stared into his eyes boiling in fury and she turned her gaze to me. I could see the rage in her eyes, I got nervous like she was going to push me in front of a train, and I stared at the floor to avoid staring into her eyes.

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.

A smile slowly appeared on her face as she signalled to her friend and typed back to Daniel that she had gone out for fresh air and would be back soon. Venessa watched her gleefully and when she noticed she was done, she asked, "Does he know about me?" "No." "Good." Venessa stated and added. “I think I will come in from here.” Olivia stood understanding her friend. "I have to go then. He needs me." Vanessa nodded. "But Olivia?" Olivia stopped. "Don't underestimate Ann." Venessa warned. “There isn't much I can do for you if Ann has some nerves under her sleeves.”

I bit in again, doing so until his neck finally severed The roar of victory that should have filled me, that satisfaction that comes with defeating a long-time rival, was drowned by the pounding in my chest. "Violet!" I yelled, the sound of her name breaking through everything else, cutting through the haze of battle-fury. I released Tristan's body, letting it drop unceremoniously to the floor, and spun around. She was there, on the floor several feet away, trembling, weak, but conscious. Tears streaked down her cheeks, mixing with dirt and grime and blood, some hers while others were not.