Tristan Flynn Crescent City Mga Nobela at Kwento

Tristan stumbled backward, tears and snot running down his face. "Save your explanation for the cops." Not far off, two officers were already walking toward us. "Aren't you fond of making others use your hand-me-downs? The bedding in prison is used as well. I hope you'll be able to get used to it." Ignoring his desperate screams and futile struggles, I hailed a cab and left. … Half a year later, I took Flynn back to my hometown and used the assets I received from the divorce to buy a spacious apartment in a prime school district.

He was still very hurt from his last encounter with Marissa. “Oh, Tristan is being modest,” Tina chirped, her voice like a sharpened flute. “He’s been working eighteen-hour days. He’s the visionary. I just make sure the ‘distractions’ stay out of his way. We’re actually looking at a private jet next month. Commercial travel is just... well, you all know how it is.” “To Tristan!” Marcus toasted, and the table followed suit. “To the man who actually made it. To the king of the Vance Empire!”

she whispered, her hand locking over my wrist as I leaned into her space, my lips meeting hers in a deep, possessive kiss that permanently sealed the final page of our survival under the bright Monday sun. The wind continued to howl off the granite ridges outside the high glass windows, throwing a wild, beautiful shadow across our private penthouse, but inside the master suite, the air was entirely unbroken. The hunt was officially finished, the trackers were dead in the dirt, and as the morning sun hit the high stone walls of our fortress, I knew with absolute certainty that the future of the Crescent Warriors belonged entirely to the unbroken dynasty rising from the ash.

“I’ll make a few calls. Jennie’s father won’t lose everything.” Florence exhaled slowly. She should have felt relieved. But as she watched Tristan pick up his phone, effortlessly commanding control over people’s lives, she realized something. Tristan Black wasn’t a man who played by the rules. And now, she was part of his world. For better or for worse.

The foundation was cracking because the person who built it was gone. I sat there for a long time, enjoying the quiet. Then, a screen on a nearby building flickered. It was a giant digital billboard, usually reserved for luxury watches and cars. But now, it was showing the Crescent Ridge News Logo. I stood up, my heart thudding. Tristan appeared on the screen. He was wearing a charcoal suit, looking every bit the grieving, noble Alpha. Sofia was standing right next to him, wearing a modest black dress. She had the baby in her arms. They looked like the perfect family.

Tristan pretended to ponder for a moment. "Hmm... maybe fire Stefan, since for nine years, he hasn't done much here except rely on Griffin. Speaking of Griffin, I might spare you and let you become my personal assistant—if you come here and kiss my shoes," Tristan said smugly. Griffin dropped a paper on the desk. "That's my resignation letter," he said flatly.

With all this sh*t happening around me, everything that matters to me the most got lost in my head because all things are happening so fast I can’t even think straight. “You’re dad is doing good. She just told me that your payment is almost due and Nurse Gwen doesn’t have extra cash to pay you off this time.” he said I sighed. Where would I get money from now? I’m not working anymore. Hmm… I could do some cleaning in the pack house and earn from it, right? My trail of thoughts stopped as strong hands got my wrist and swung me behind his body. Connor “Get lost.” he said sternly I got scared of his massive voice and probably anyone would too. But Cris being Cris stood his ground not budging a