Rory And Tristan Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Yet now, simply because Owen was helping me hold my bag, Tristan was the one throwing a fit over boundaries. "Tristan, you're overstepping," I said. The expression on his face stiffened instantly. Sunny spoke up in a fragile, hushed voice beside him. "Tristan, we should probably just head out. It looks like Grace has plenty of company now." Tristan shot her an icy glare. "You leave first." The last bit of smug composure completely vanished from Sunny's face. I didn't waste another second standing there. I turned and followed Owen straight into the diagnostic clinic room.

Tristan's POV Today started off pretty uneventfully and I thought I would end up in an extremely sad state but due to my brilliant and genius plan, I was having fun and I think I would be sleeping with so much joy. Here I was caught up in a love triangle, so turns out the wench Ana actually has feelings for Roy, because she just risked her reputation just to save his sorry ass and now there was Roy, glaring at her with disgust at what he had always known or thought about her, turns out not to true.

“That means he’s close to close.” “He wants to merge us,” Rory said softly. “To complete whatever bond he started.” My chest tightened. “Then I’ll end it before he can.” “How? ” she whispered. “By ending me.” Rory’s eyes widened. “Don’t you dare.” “It’s the only way.” “Don’t you *dare,* Kael! ” Her voice broke, trembling with fury and fear. “You think dying fixes this? That’s the coward’s way.”

Rune had told me how painful it was, how they were forced to endure it during coronation—but I had never witnessed it. Raid collapsed onto all fours. His bones split and reformed as he screamed in agony. His eyes darkened as he shot me a feral look. Terrified, I slammed the elevator button. When we reached the last floor, Triscade was already waiting just as we planned. “Hey!” He rushed forward to help, taking Rory from my arms as her blood streaked the floor. “What happened?” “She blew her legs off with a silver bomb.” “What?” He helped load her into the car.

She was always a sucker for a good romance, and maybe, just maybe, she was letting her guard down a little. The movie ended with a cheesy kiss, and the credits began to scroll. Rory reached for the remote, but I beat her to it. "Leave it," I said. "I want to talk." Her hand hovered over the remote for a second before dropping to her lap. She turned to face me, and I took a deep breath but she held up her hand, stopping me. "I don't think I can trust you," Rory said, her voice barely above a whisper. Her words stung, but I knew they were true. I had broken that trust when I had my affair, and it was going to take more than sweet talk to repair it.

"While I was going under operation, you were playing the hero for Rayna." Tristan didn't slap me. Instead, he stepped right into my side, his shadow spreading over my hospital bed. Immediately, the air in the room turned to frost. "Rayna is worth ten of you," he hissed, his eyes burning with a dark, twisted resentment. "You manipulated your way into this marriage using a medical favor as leverage. Don't you dare compare your cheap, so-called witty schemes to her innocence. He looked at my bandages, feeling unconcerned about me. "Now, you're going to fix the mess you made. You'll tell the press you pushed her. It's time you actually became useful to me.”

" Before I appeared in Tristan's life, he and Sally were childhood sweethearts. However, they were apart for a long time because Sally had gone abroad. When she came back to the country, she started working at the company as Tristan's secretary. The two spent all their time together, and their relationship steadily became more intimate. By the time I realized something was amiss, their relationship had progressed far beyond the realms of friendship. I didn't want to upset Mom, so I put up with it. However, that led to Tristan becoming even more blatant in his treatment of me. "I didn't!" I refuted Tristan's accusations at once.

“Oh, please! I'd saved you. Mouth-to-mouth and all.” Tristan was the worst. He's a monster, trying to ease his way with a grin on his face. Also flirting with her like its no business at every chance he got. Except she loved his attention on her, loved the way he behaved when he’s with her, wild grin and wet hair curling around his ears, eyes a clear, bright and gleaming in the sun. “Mouth-to-mouth,” She repeated slowly. The water was cold, but the inside of her chest felt warm, hopeful.

[Note: From This Chapter It Will No Longer Be In Rory's POV But In Third Person Point Of View] “Why on earth would he go ahead and visit her school without my consent? I'm going to report him to the FBI.” Rory said furiously as she paced about in the room. “Just calm down Rory, you know how George can be.” Rony had always hated George since the moment Rory told her about him and she had always been against Rory's hidden marriage to him.

Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for. Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.