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    Trinity : Scifi Alien Romance
    Trinity : Scifi Alien Romance
    Trinity : Scifi Alien Romance
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    Trinity : Scifi Alien Romance

    By Anna Lewis

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    Eliana Russet lives an ordinary life with an ordinary job and an ordinary best friend. But her whole world is twisted upside down when she finds out that she's pregnant…which is virtually impossible considering she's been celibate for the last six months. Zander Olgarian, an impossibly attractive man, reveals himself as the father of her child and Eliana's world comes crashing down.

    Not only is Zander her child's father, but he is also an alien prince, sent down to Earth to create his heir. Eliana has to fight through secret government groups trying to hunt her, loud-mouthed best friends, and hot-headed women on her quest to protect her child and figure out exactly what she's gotten herself into.

    With every new turn, she doesn't know who to trust. She's becoming lost in a world unknown to her and she's struggling to keep a hold on her sanity. But she's a fighter, and she'll be damned if she lets anyone hurt her baby.

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    Standalone Romance Stories With No Cliffhanger!

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnna Lewis
    Release dateFeb 21, 2019
    ISBN9781386487524
    Trinity : Scifi Alien Romance

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    Trinity - Anna Lewis

    Trinity

    Chapter 1

    Iwake mid-scream.

    The same searing pain that’s been plaguing me for the last week or two has returned. My entire abdomen is burning from the inside out, a pain that I’ve never felt before. The sweat is worse this morning; my entire body is covered a thick coat of moisture. I feel sick, I feel weak, and I certainly don’t feel like myself.

    When the pain finally subsides, it’s replaced by pure nausea. I race to the bathroom, kicking aside shoes and clothes in my haste. I push into the room, drop down to my knees at the toilet, and brace myself for the oncoming expulsion of my insides. After five or so minutes of torture, I splash cold water onto my face. I look into the mirror and I don’t recognize the person staring back at me. My hair is latched onto the side of my face like brown seaweed and my skin is the whitest that it’s ever been. I look as terrible as I feel.

    There’s work to be done, Eliana, so get yourself together, I say to my reflection before starting my shower.

    Today could be the day that I lose my job and I don’t intend on letting this sickness assist in that. My department has been downsizing as required by the heads of Oakdale Public Schools. Apparently arts just aren’t as important as the sciences and mathematics. All the art teachers are being shadowed for the next few weeks, constantly watched and recorded. At the end of the semester, only a handful of us will be returning after the summer break. Art, my students and coworkers, the whole damn school is what keeps me going, and I’ll be damned if I let any of it slip away from me. So yeah, this mystery sickness is going to have to sit back and wait its turn.

    The shower washes away most of the pain, but there will be the constant reminder of it lingering somewhere deep within me for the entire day, much like yesterday and the day before. I dress in my normal attire: a black suit, hair pulled back, just the right amount of makeup to make me feel presentable. I don’t eat, which is no surprise. Until around noon, the very idea of food makes my stomach want to roll over and die. I gather up all that I’ll need for the day, and I leave, determined to impress whomever decides enters room 207 today.

    During my thirty-minute commute, my phone buzzes in my pocket. I wait for a red light to read the text.

    Bridgette 7:07 AM: Good morning, El. Lunch today?

    Me 7:11 AM: Yes, definitely. I need to catch you up.

    Bridgette 7:13 AM: Everything okay?

    Me 7:16 AM: Talk later, driving. See you at Helen’s at 12.

    Bridgette doesn’t text back after that. She just returned from a weekend trip with her husband and I haven’t been able to fill her in on my current situation. Whenever I don’t talk to her for more than a day or two, my problems start to overwhelm me. She’s been my best friend for six years now, and she has yet to give me poor advice. No matter how outlandish her suggestions seem, they always seem to work. I call her my oracle for a reason.

    I make it to school a few minutes later than usual and I quicken my pace through the parking lot. When I reach the top of the stairs, a familiar voice calls my name from behind me. I resist the instinct to turn to face the caller, hoping that he gives up. He calls my name again. I turn and say, Oh, good morning, Hank.

    Mornin’, Eliana. So about that date...

    Hank is an art appreciation teacher. We’ve been working together for almost four years now. Ever since the first time we met, he’s been trying to spark a romantic relationship with me. He’s a great guy, which is why I don’t get angry with him, but I’m just not interested. Bridgette thinks it’s because he reminds me to much of my ex and I can’t say that I don’t agree with her.

    I would, Hank. But work has me swamped, you know, with all of these jobs cuts and whatnot, I say as he catches up with me. We’re walking towards my classroom, passing by students flirting at their lockers, teachers scrambling to prepare for the day, and an endless sea of eyes glued on Hank and I. The students have been spreading rumors about our relationship for months now. Even some of the teachers have spilled false gossip into the rumor wheel. "It’s crazy how low the respect level is

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