Tristan Flynn Crescent City นิยาย & เรื่องราว

“And those years mean nothing. I am gay anyway and I played her.” “And you can’t even get her off so that’s a bonus.” Tristan muttered. Wesley’s face went a shade of pink and he looked down at me. I shrugged. Tristan was right anyway. “Besides you’re the boss. You control everything and I’m loyal to you.” Wesley extended his hand out for a handshake. Tristan pushed it away. “And what makes you think I will trust you? You couldn’t even be consistent with your previous relationship with my girl.” “We have similar interests. I hate Croix and you hate him.”

I whispered. “Oh, don’t say my name like that,” she snapped, stepping closer. “You don’t get to say it like it’s a funeral bell when you are the reason I had to puke in a bush every morning for the past week.” “Wait, wait,” my father said, holding up a hand like he was on the verge of cardiac arrest. “You’re telling me that my son—Alpha Tristan, former ruler of Crescent—impregnated a maid?” “Oh, honey,” Lily said with a sarcastic smile. “It wasn’t exactly immaculate conception.”

He got into the car. “Right away sir.” Vincent nodded then went to deposit the bags in the trunk of the car and got in behind the wheel. “Seatbelt Tristan.” Cesar said. Tristan fastened his seatbelt then continued playing the football game on his iPad. “Do you miss S A?”. Cesar asked him. “The country? No but I miss Abby.” Tristan said. “She’s promised to visit during Christmas.” “If her father will let her." Tristan muttered. "He’s still smarting over the reversal issue.”

I was surprised at how serene and sure my voice was heard, I even doubted that it was mine. He smiled at me, with a smile that captivated me “of course! You’re right” he said with a lovely voice, I was determined to play the interesting, although my legs did not stop shaking under the table, it was impossible for him to realize how nervous his presence made me feel, but I could hide perfectly “My name is Tristan and I come here often” I take my hand and kiss it I can still feel the warmth of his lips on my skin, I smiled and said “Hi Tristan I’m Larissa also come here often and always in the same place”, “I know! I’ve seen you several times” said Tristan with a smile and looking into my eyes

The pilot has been calling. One in the afternoon? I slept for, Christ, I slept for twelve hours? Tristan sits up, muscles rippling under scarred skin. He's a giant. Seven feet of tattooed muscle, every inch of him screaming danger. And me? I'm five-foot-nine, lean, built like someone who runs away from fights, not toward them. He could snap me in half. Has snapped me in half, repeatedly, and I keep coming back for more. "Plany izmenilis'!" Tristan roars at the door. "On letit noch'yu!" [Plans changed. He flies at night.]

Hillary's face froze for a moment, "It was just a small matter." Tristian, "Ms. Thorne, please make sure to accept this." Hillary hesitated for a moment, but then reached out and took it. She glanced at the name on the business card out of the corner of her eye and couldn't help but be surprised. Tristian... A City and Bryston are adjacent, so everyone in A City knows that the Carrington family in Bryston is the richest, and with so many members in the Carrington family, Tristan's reputation is the most well-known.

"Not everyone's like you, Tristan. Not everyone's a bastard who can't stay loyal to their partner." "Why on earth did you leave, then?" Tristan shouted with bloodshot eyes. "I already told you to give me some time to handle everything!" Everyone began laughing upon hearing his words. "If I remember correctly, I attended your engagement party just last month, Mr. Graham," Xavier said sarcastically. "Your fiancee was the heiress of the Franklin family, Madison Franklin, no?" Tristan stiffened. He looked beyond furious when he retorted, "It was supposed to be a marriage of convenience that would benefit both our families. I never once gave up on Luna."

Tonight, I was finally going to meet Tristan Hayes, the man who had dared to entertain my fiancée, the man they called Titan. Dmitri, his loyal, if somewhat brutish, heart, had finally delivered. He slid the file across my desk earlier, a thin dossier containing the details of the ghost who haunted my waking thoughts. Tristan Hayes. Surgeon, Stripper. Apparently, possessed of a physique that could make a saint forget his vows. Ironic, considering the vows my fiancee apparently forgot. The rage had been building for weeks, simmering just below the surface, threatening to boil over. But now, I had a focus, a release valve for the pressure.

"So, since I hold an important position, I had to be by Tristan's side to inform him about everything related to the company. I also helped him navigate around New York, and that brought us closer." "What do you mean you helped him navigate here?" Aurora inquired. "The city has changed a lot in a decade, so I was his guide for a while," he quickly glanced at her and noticed she wasn't understanding anything. "Didn't you know that Tristan lived in Canada during his childhood and came back to New York earlier this year?" "He never told me," Aurora's voice sounded a bit sad. "Did Griffin also live in Canada?" "That story is complicated..." he interrupted himself, realizing he was talking too mu

Her eyes caught sight of a wing flap as Tristan crossed the moon's glowing surface, he planned to dive into the fight. Tristan tucked his wings and swooped down and grabbed a wolf up by the scruff of his neck. A yelp could be heard loudly as the wolf disappeared into the night. Another swish of wings and another yelp, and yet another pack member went missing. Ciaran flipped two vampires off his back before he felt claws wrap around him. His paws were lifted a foot off the ground when he twisted in Tristan's grip and fell back to the ground. Quickly, he jumped and slashed at the winged mutated wolf. Successfully splitting one wing, Tristan's flight became wobbly.