Tristan Flynn Novels & Stories

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

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.

Alec said, a small smirk in place in the usually silent guy. “Fire-powered? That’s lame, Alec.” I shook my head. “I like it.” Tristan turned slightly, scratching his light stubble. I gulped, remembering the roughness of it against my skin, creating a painful sensation to the sweet pleasure of the sparks, “Stop,” A clear warning rang in his voice. My eyes widened as heat rushed to my face. “How long has Kathlyn been a flightless one?” I cleared my throat, quickly changing the subject. “A few years now.” Alec answered.

There were a lot of secrets on the phone and it left me wondering how many secrets Alyssa died with. "Hello, Citizens of England. This is Tristan. Despite being a married man, he is still kissing the country's number-one model, Clara Banks. Can you see how shameless the two can be?" After making sure there were no traces or mistakes in the caption. I clicked the post option and it went live. "Hahaha!" I laughed hysterically and dropped the phone on the table. I placed my legs on the table and rested my head on the chair comfortably, swirling it left and right. The feeling of revenge is underestimated. It is so good.

She thought about how Brother Mask turned out to be Alex, how she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and how Alex had sucked out the venom for her… She felt her body becoming hot all over. Inside, she thought, ‘You’ve already done all those things to me. If this were the ancient times, I could only repay you with my body, right?’ Then, someone turned to Beatrice and asked, “Beatrice, aren’t you the leader of Zendaya’s fan club? Do you have any insider information? Where exactly did this Tristan guy come from?” Beatrice nodded her head. “I know a little. I heard that Tristan is from the Coleman family in Missouri, and he’s known as the genius of the royal families. He has top-notch martial

ALPHA TRISTAN "Aren't you?" She began to tick points off on her fingers with clinical precision. "First, you arrogantly lured Rune here against the counsel of your betters. Then, you had the 'brilliant' idea to live-stream your triumph, only for every wolf with a smartphone to watch the 'Alpha Conqueror' turn you into a human punching bag. And now? Now you find out your three-year crusade was based on a lie. You’re a laughing stock on social media, Tristan. You’re spiraling into irrelevance."

Kyle's betrayal had left a lasting impact, testing her endurance beyond its limits. ~~~~~~ "Look at all those stars in the sky tonight," Tristan remarked as he lay down on the blanket beside Sinjin and his brother Troy on the lawn. They had enjoyed an amazing game and food, and Sinjin had even arranged for the team to take photos with them. It turned out he was an alumni of the school and a generous philanthropist. "There are so many," Troy echoed, wishing for a telescope to observe them. "Do you happen to own a telescope, Mr. Santillan?" Tristan asked, vocalizing his brother's desire.

“I’m not. I’ve lived with the pain of being separated from you and our son briefly. But Damien, this isn’t about pain. It’s about the truth. And I’m telling you that something doesn’t add up.” We stood there in silence, the tension thick between us. Finally, I let out a heavy sigh, my shoulders slumping. “I can’t believe you will support a stranger over me, Lyra.” She sighed and looked at me. “First, he is not a stranger. He is my friend. I lived with them for more than a year. Secondly he saved Leo, our son from an attempted kidnapping. Third, he is the beta to Jaxon.” “What does his being a btea have to do with this?”

“If you want your freedom, fly.” I smile, holding my hands open to give him a chance to get away. When he doesn't move, I throw the bird in the air. Weak, he can barely fly, having spent so much time as my pet that he has forgotten what it means to be free. We all watch him sputter, unable to gain altitude, crying weakly at the open windows above, unable to find the strength to fly higher than a few feet above our heads. Slowly, I reach down and pick up Tristan’s crossbow. I aim for the bird and release the arrow. Striking him directly in his heart, he falls from above me with a bloody thump.

We are standing so close together it’s not okay. “My dad wanted to retire. Tristian just turned 18,” he is whispering in my ear. “Tristian is the third born?” “We have an older sister, she is twenty-five and mated,” his lips brush my ear and I have to back away. “I need to check on Ryan,” I say. Justin-You okay? Me-Shelby is doing her hook up thing again. Justin-Your wolf is horny! Me-Yes she is. I walk to Ryan’s room as the nurses finish.