Tristan Flynn Novels & Stories

"She sure thinks highly of her dad's pathetic life! Not only has she mooched off the Scotts for so long now, but she's even deluded enough to want to be Tristan's wife. I've never met someone as shameless as her!" Swirling the wine glass he was holding, Tristan responded darkly, "Her dad saved my life. For the sake of the company's reputation, I had no choice but to play along with her. I didn't expect that fool to actually take it seriously." It turned out that Tristan had been faking the kindness he had shown me all these years. This explained why he seemed to have constant mood swings. He always treated me coldly in private, but he would be unusually gentle and warm when in the presence o

I shivered at the promise. Tristan closed the distance between us and I panicked. He froze with a frown on his handsome face. “how old are you?” “seventeen.” “do not lie to me.” “what will I gain by lying?” He studied me for a moment and after he seemed to be sure I wasn't lying he cussed out loud. “sweet mother goddess! I’m going to tear that bastard to shreds!” Well it seemed Gary hadn’t been lying about the tearing to shreds bit.

“Ty?” “NO, EM! I already lost you once; I won't lose you again,” he says, making me dumbfounded. What did he mean again? Like a flash, he was gone, leaving me with most women and kids, along with a few guards ordered to protect us. ✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Lucian's POV "Lucian Dannelly. You should give up now!" I hear the voice of my tormentor snicker as silver shackles strain my hands and feet. Wesley Slate has captured me along with his sadist girlfriend, Hope. She's an evil sadist.

His eyes still looking at mine, he smiles sadly. "So I asked Lopez for your address. Don't get mad at her because I forced her. She really did not want to, I swear..." I cut his babbling off with a hug. I was wrong for thinking that he can do such thing to me. This is Tristan and although I've only known him for a short period of time, he proved to me that he's got a good heart. When he spoke, I felt his sincerity. He's a good guy. A sweet and caring gentleman.

The cop flinched under the weight of that gaze and immediately stammered, “G-Grayson Riley, sir.” Tristan pulled out his phone with his free hand, the other still holding Grayson. He dialed a number and the line rang twice before a woman’s voice chimed through the speaker. “Captain? Need me to dig up another poor soul?” “Clary,” Tristan said, ignoring Grayson’s yells, “look into someone for me. Name’s Grayson Riley.” “Oof. Who’s the unfortunate idiot this time?” she teased. “Just a rat,” Tristan muttered.

"The registration tail number belongs to a shell company owned by Tristan Hayes. It seems your anonymous text message was accurate. The bastard is landing at the private airfield in less than forty minutes." Noah didn't look up from his work, his fingers executing a command that locked a secondary short-position on a major Hayes retail subsidiary. "Tristan is a creature of habit, Vance. When the main branch of a tree begins to rot, the parasitic vine that was cut away always moves back toward the trunk to feed on the remains. He thinks Adrian’s weakness is his opportunity to seize the crown."

This was where they planned to break me in. I heard footsteps behind me. Heavy. Confident. Tristan. He was the oldest, twenty-eight, broad-shouldered with sharp cheekbones and dark hair that fell over his forehead. He wore a crisp white shirt with the sleeves rolled up, exposing thick forearms. His eyes locked on me like a predator. “On time, little cousin,” he said, voice low and rough. “Good girl. Strip.” I turned to face him, letting a slow, seductive smile curve my lips. “You first, cousin.”

Maxim pleads, while he moves to sit on my other side. I swallow hard, a few tears betraying me and slipping past my defenses. Their care for me, combined with my broken heart, has broken the dam holding back my tears. I think the hurt from losing Jericho and Max has also finally caught up to me. The tears flow freely down my cheeks now, and they both move closer instantly, wrapping their arms around me. Pulling them into my embrace, we remain like that in silence for some time. Gathering my strength, I finally manage to speak. “I caught Flynn f*cking another woman. A witch. I mean… I sort of trusted him. After everything, I actually trusted him”. I laugh humorlessly.

“No. I wouldn’t—” “Wouldn’t?” I cut in. “You are doing that by wasting my time.” My phone went dark. And he became silent. I stepped closer. “Answer me. Where are they?” Flynn drew a breath. “I… don’t know exactly.” He looked ashamed. “She moves like a snake. How am I supposed to know what she's thinking?” Max folded his arms. “You’re not much help then. Leave him to rot here.” Flynn’s eyes darted between us. “Listen, you can’t trust me. I know I messed up. A lot. But I want to help. It's my only bargaining chip here.”

She sobbed, it was another surprise for me. Ryan was not only married but also has a son. “Ryan wants has a mole in Tristan’s company who would leak confidential information in the public which may effect Tristan’s business and reputation adversely.” She said and it was enough to alarm me.