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.

I need to focus all that anger on Dana Reynolds. "Tristan, look into my eyes and listen to me," I tell him, trying to calm him down. "I will fight and I will not back down, because this is exactly what this slut wants, she wants a chance to prove in front of the Crescent Moon Pack that I am not worthy to be your Luna. Why? I still haven't figured it out but it doesn't matter at all. I will end everything today. If you dare to stop me today I will never accept you and mark you. When our pup is born I am done with you and leave this place for good. I'm just telling you that ”and I stand on tiptoe and place my hands on his chest right over his heart are, making him calm down. " You need to star

“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.

He is raging with fire, although he is not doing anything, I know he is trying his best to control his temper. "Tristan came out of nowhere. I might be overthinking. It could have been a coincidence but I just don't know who I should trust anymore. Everyone's being suspicious." I said and he pulled me in an embrace. "It's alright. If he really is the one who wants to hurt you and take you away from me, then I'll make him pay. But, first, I need evidences." He whispered and I nodded my head.

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.”

"Then what about before? The people who were inflected before? What about them?" "None of them made it out alive, Xander Knight. How many should I tell you that?! Why must you make me repeat something so horrible again and again?!" Looking Xander direct in the eye, Mike told him with conviction dripping from his tone, "None. Of. Them. Made. It. Out. Alive." Xander just shook his head. "No, nothing like that will happen with my Triantáfyllo! Nothing! She will make it out safe and alive. She has to. She cannot leave me. Not when I just got her."

He asked me. “Like I said before, it didn’t cross my mind because Tristan Quinn is still a question mark for me unless you tell me what kind of equation you share with him.” I answered his question. “You must inform me as soon as he comes across you ever again, do you promise me that you won’t ignore it. Do you understand?” He again dodged my previous question. “Stephen, who is Tristan Quinn?” I repeated, this time firmly. “He was Tiffany’s ex-fiance. He was a dishonest man, someone I trusted but he backstabbed me for a deal and used my sister as a pawn. I destroyed him and now, he’s back like other ghosts of my past.” He finally told me.