Tristan Flynn Crescent City Novels & Stories

I said lowly. “What? Why?” There’s no point hiding this with my best friend. I covered my face and choked, “…Tristan is leaving me for another woman…the birth mother of our adopted child. If he does, there’s no point for me to keep working on that project…” I developed the Carnival City project to solve Blazewood Pack’s financial crisis. But none of that matters now if I am no longer the Luna. “WHAT?! That jerk!!” Haley cried in disbelief, “Have you talked to a divorce lawyer? Make sure you get 80% of his assets!”

The pair muttered a few half-hearted apologies before slinking away under the weight of the crowd's stare. The message had been received loud and clear: this new version of Tristan was not to be trifled with. As conversation resumed, he checked his phone discretely. An encrypted text from his ally Alex awaited: "V inbound, fireworks predicted." Tristan's jaw tightened. He had successfully avoided crossing paths with his ex-wife thus far tonight. But it seemed that luxury had ended. Moments later, the regal form of Vivian Hayes entered, dragged along no doubt by her socialite mother. Her painted lips pursed into a thin line at the sight of him surrounded by fawning admirers.

Now Tristan seemed to be joining forces with them. “If you don’t tell me,” Franklin said, feigning casual authority, “I’m not taking you with me to Manhattan during your vacation.” He hoped the bait would work. Tristan’s school break was in two weeks. Franklin had planned to take him to Chicago to meet Frederick and Rose, to ease everyone into familiarity. Tristan had been thrilled about Chicago before. Now, he had something, or someone he preferred. “That doesn’t scare me,” Tristan replied smugly. “I’ll keep Mom company while you’re away.”

Thinking back on everything we talked about it was funny how Tristan really didn't like the idea of me not tagging along but I wanted them to have father-son bonding time plus I knew that Justin wanted to show him his favorite places and maybe even talk to him about girls and he so didn't need his mom there for that part. Justin had told me that he planned on taking Tristan to his schools and the cafe where his friends and he hang out and some other locations around London. Shaking my head I grab my phone and call Harold Macintyre "Hello this is Harold." "Hey, Harold this is Dr. Katrina Garza." "Hello, how are you doing?" "I am doing great. I was wondering is it at all possible for us t

Vivienne confidently walked toward her room upstairs to change out of her loungewear into a more comfortable casual dress. She knew that this meeting with Tristan would not be an ordinary one filled with insults or demands for explanations. On the other side of the city, in an open grassland area atop the green hills on the outskirts of town, Tristan Vance stood alone beside a wooden fence. The hilltop wind blew strongly, sending several strands of his black hair across the sharp contours of his face. His dark eyes stared straight ahead at a massive hot-air balloon with a black-and-gold gradient that was being prepared by several of his private technicians in the middle of the field.

He asked them. "Tristan? That name sounds familiar." Colin said. "He owns the T and T Fresh Produce." Drew said. "And he is our cousin." Robyn said. "Your cousin? How?" "Our dads' father had an older brother. He settled in Glow city and had children there." Drew said. "Yeah, they were three, two of them died in a car crash and the one left is Tristan's dad." Robyn said. "And I thought I knew all about you guys." Beau said.

The most tiresome time of Tristan’s daily regime was here again. He was sitting on the high seat, his cheeks rested on both palms of his hands, and supported by his elbows on the table. The bright, morning light from the huge glass windows gently kissed Tristan’s ocean blue eyes, as his gaze was only locked outside. He never gave a single attention to the old and bland-speaking man at his front who was holding a book while citing the texts on it. “The two cities, Casterfall and Hailborne, were both the underlying source of the region’s…”

Looking at the new building in front of her, Crista asked, "Tristan, where are we? why have you taken me here?" "From now on, you can live here, Chica. I won't let you go back to William. No one can torture you here." Tristan had taken her to his new apartment. He led her upstairs. "Tristan, I can't stay here!" Sitting on the sofa, Crista eyed around the place. She didn't expect that Tristan would take such an unexpected decision. She couldn't stay here. If William learned about it, he would turn Tristan's life in a living hell.