Homestuck Trickster Novels & Stories

"Deal" They shook hands. And as his firm hand shook hers she realised that her own plan was being used for his advantage. She found herself amused at how foolishly she was wrapped around his skills, realising that under any other circumstances he would have failed to convince her into bringing not one or two but three kids, but now as she found her hand in his rough one, he had won. In the trap that she had laid, she was stuck gracefully. This is the last time, she thought she was getting bent in her own contract, until he demanded addition of another clause.

“Mom, why can’t this be a trick that I came up with on my own? I’m willing to do anything to keep you and Dad from getting divorced.” Nora would never admit that there was another culprit who had instigated her. She might still admit it if she was still in a relationship with Julian, but they were already broken up, and he had a new lover now. If she told her parents that it was him who had taught her this trick, it would end up being too complicated.

My girlfriend loves to test my love for her. After the college entrance exam results were released, she, who usually scored over 1450 in mock exams, told me she did not do well and only got 1070. She asked if I would be willing to repeat a year and retake the exam with her. I agreed, even though I had a perfect score. However, when school started, I found out that she actually scored 1540 and had already received her acceptance letter to MIT.

He laughed under his breath, but it was hollow and humourless. "You didn’t want to hurt me, but you poisoned me and almost killed my brother.” "The plan was to use your blood to convince the demon and make him think that Tibet was you," I said desperately. "We were trying to outsmart him and trick him into revealing himself so we could trap him and maybe even destroy him. But we had no idea he could take control of me like that even while I was awake… that was never part of the plan.” Tristan slowly turned back to face me. The fire was still in his eyes, but it was slightly dimmed now.

"Your levels are unstable, Tricia. The two marks are fighting for dominance. If you don't stay here for treatment—" "I’m going home," I cut him off. "Home?" Tristan stepped in my way, his massive frame blocking the door. "To the man who stood in front of hundreds and called you a stain? To the woman who dumped juice on your head? That's not a home, it's a cage." "It’s the only cage I know!" I screamed, tears blurring my vision. "Move, Tristan. Please." He stared at me for a long beat, his jaw clenched so tight I thought his teeth might break. Finally, he stepped aside. "Go then. Run back to your master. But don't think for a second he won't smell me on you."

The one friend that I thought I could trust, and in the end, was proven very wrong. “Oh Tristan, it’s so good to see you again, bestie. I bet you thought you had seen the last of me all those years ago, right? Surprise, I’m still living, and still not afraid of you. I see you are still living in your dream world. Thinking you are better than everyone else. I’m going to show you that you are wrong,” he taunted, and lunged at me, barely missing my throat with his claws. I felt the blood begin to slightly trickle down my throat. Although he hadn’t been able to sink his claws in fully, he did nick me.

I wasn't sure I wanted to keep going after seeing how the loss of his son has changed him. "Right? I forgot that you are a good Samaritan." Tristan chuckled, "A good samaritan with a plan to take down the mysterious threat. I suppose that's a unique combination." "Well, I do like to keep things interesting," I replied with a sly grin. Tristan raised an eyebrow, "Interesting or chaotic?" I leaned in, lowering my voice, "Isn't chaos just another form of entertainment?" He smirked, "Entertainment that often leads to trouble."

Sucking, licking, nipping just slightly to stir pain and smolder it with pleasure. This man killed my father and my best friend. Tortured my mother. And even raped me to save his daughter. Yet there’s nothing I want more than for him to keep cumming in my mouth. For him to fuck me. Ruin me for anybody to mend. Tristan’s cock jerks again. He grunts, holds my head in place. “Spill one drop, and I'll put a bullet in your head.” I obey. He’s spilled enough cum into my brain to make me comply. I’m a zombie for him.

He didn’t just stick his nose where it didn’t belong—he wedged his whole obnoxious personality into my life and invited himself to ruin it. Heat spiked beneath my skin, crawling all the way to my ears. My hands curled into fists so tight my nails practically branded my palms. And then—of course—my left eye started its signature twitch. Perfect. The universal sign that I was one second away from committing a felony. And there he stood. Tristain. Smirking like the villain in my autobiography. Like he knew exactly what he’d done. Like he had planned this. Like he was proud of it. I wanted to launch him into the nearest fountain.

"You know who made it possible? The wonderful, reliable, incredibly intelligent Drake." It's as though the cave collapsed on top of me once again. My chest is hard. My whole body is rendered numb. It all makes sense to me right now. I don't think Tristan is lying. The only thing that's crushing me is the fact that I left him with Alice. He just flashes me a confident grin. “He stole that body right back, hid it in the forest, and sent it to me. He's buried somewhere above us, right in my pack. Like a true Beta. You and Hyperion have