Tristan And Rory Novels & Stories

I played with the other guys, I have a table full of gifts for me, and all I'm missing is my best friend. Around halfway through party I saw someone walk in, he's as short as me and holding another guy hand. I take a double look and I can't believe it, it's RORY he came. I run toward him and engulfed him in my arms I missed him so so much. I rained his face with kisses refusing to let go, until Dante pealed me off so I won't hurt Rory who's now blushing from all the kisses. "Welcome back man" Dante says to Vincent.

There he was, exactly where I expected him to be, or rather, exactly where I didn’t expect him to be without me. Tristan, my favorite, most loyal toy was curled comfortably between a male and a female wolf, their bodies tangled in a slow, heated rhythm that spoke of familiarity rather than urgency. The air was warm, heavy, laced with the scent of sex and something softer beneath it. Tristan raised his head, his mouth still wet from being busy with using his tongue to play with the female wolf's moist hole. He turned first, his eyes widened slightly then lit up. “Rio" he said happily. His voice carried both surprise and delight.

"You actually look good holding a cigarette while staring like that. You look like a total villain who's ready to ruin people's lives—which happens to be my favorite thing to watch. You know those trending shows on social media? You look just like the leads. The 'Cold, Billionaire Husband!'" Rue knit his brows slightly at her teasing, but he didn't avert his gaze from the camera. A low grunt escaped his throat, though he noticeably let Rory get away with her flirting and banter. "You really don't know when to shut your mouth, do you?" Rue responded coldly, walking back into his room. "Why would I close my mouth? Are you scared you'll fall for me too much before we even step foot on the islan

The day before my wedding, I received a message from an unknown number asking me to meet in a hotel room. "I hear you're marrying the Prince's heir tomorrow. "I'll give you nine million dollars. All you have to do is give me the access crest and tell me his whereabouts." I said yes, and I went there that same night. But when I opened the door, I found my fiancé Adrian glaring at me, his triumphant vampire childhood sweetheart beside him. "Adrian, I told you a long time ago. Humans cannot be trusted. "She only pretends to love you. She was after your money all along." My fiancé glared at me, clamped a hand around my wrist, and gritted his teeth. "Why?" But I suddenly laughed. "Because I wante

His voice cracked at his question as the vivid pain lingered in it. “I don’t even know her!” “And you will. That is what the engagement is for. Trial period. To know if you are fit for each other or not.” Rory slammed his fist on the table. “That is not what I’m talking about, and you know.” He increased the strength in his voice, ready to argue and bring his stance forward. “What about us?” He asked again after a lingering moment of silence. “What about us? There is no ‘us.’ There never was any ‘us’ in anything.”

There is a slight time jump when we come back to visit Autumn and Tristan, since college life is over and quite frankly adulting is not that fun

The twins rush to him, their small hands clutching his fur. You stand there, your heart aching. “Let’s go,” Ryland says, his voice steady. You nod, the fragile truce between you holding—for now.

Alfredo answered while giving the man a bro handshake. His eyes drifted towards me and he gave me a warm smile. "Hey cutie, what you're name?" He asked. I looked at Alfredo unsurely but he nodded encouraging me. I smiled and answered "Jessica." "Well it's nice to meet you, sweetheart, I'm Ben." He said holding his hand out. I shook his hand and then he introduced me to the rest of the people. They were all so friendly and welcoming and I found out that Sandy is dating Henry and Trish is dating Carl.

A quiet, knowing confidence that sent a wave of sickening nausea straight to my stomach. I watched as Lori’s head turned slightly toward the panel. For a fraction of a second, her eyes met Richard’s. She didn't glare at him. She didn't look away with disgust or professional distance. A subtle, barely perceptible flush hit her cheeks, and her throat moved in a quiet, nervous swallow before she forced her gaze back to the front. My hands curled into tight fists, my fingernails biting so deeply into my palms that it drew blood. The world around me seemed to tilt on its axis. All I could see was the powerful man in a suit looking at my girlfriend like she already belonged to him. And the quiet,

*** After pulling Cleo out of Damian's grip, Rory didn't take her back to Monarca's chaos. He took her somewhere else. A private estate, buried deep in the south of Fransia. The place sat in quiet Provena, miles from everything. Lavender fields stretched forever, the air clean—green and sun-warmed. No scheming like Northvale. No shadow of Damian's obsession. No Monarca excess. Just stillness. The kind that scrubs you clean. And Rory? He dropped the playboy act. Gone. He turned patient. Careful.