Tristan Flynn Novels & Stories

“Renee isn’t answering her phone, and it’s her honeymoon. It’s just you and me to get this done.” Kat groaned. She should have just not answered her phone, too. “I need you to know there is a really, really handsome man sleeping in the next room right now that you are going to make me leave,” Kat informed Cassie. “Really, really handsome.” “Thor-level handsome?” Cassie asked. “Better. The body of Michael Phelps and the eyes of Paul Newman,” Kat replied. “Wow,” Cassie whistled. “Young or old Paul Newman?” “Does it matter?”

Tristan hissed over his shoulder. Flavia gasped, her mouth hanging open like a fish out of water. “What are you talking about? I am his fiancée! You wouldn’t—you—” Tristan ignored her, reaching Gael’s bedroom and throwing the semi-conscious prince onto the bed. Flavia attempted to sit on the edge of the mattress, but Tristan’s patience had evaporated. “Out!” he growled. “You cannot command me—” “OUT!” Tristan roared, unleashing his Alpha aura with such force that Flavia bolted from the room against her own will.

Thank you. "It's okay I-" "Alex, I've been looking for you for over an hour." Tristan interrupts. He then turns his focus towards me and extends his hand for a shake. "Tristan Black." "Yes, Mr. Black, I'm Blake Duffy. I'm an engineer at The Black Corporation. Extremely honored to meet you, sir!" He returns a friendly smile saying, "Honored as well Blake." "I notice his hands are filthy. His nails have dirt underneath and he has scars all over them. Seeing my staring he chuckles, "I'm not a "behind the desk" man. I like to test my strength often."

Ava and Xander were surprised when they heard the bell ring, they weren’t expecting guests but Xander opened the door, and stood frozen. Tristan stood there with two suitcases. Calm. Unbothered. Like it was a normal thing. Ava whispered, “Tristan… what are you doing?” “Moving in,” he said simply. Xander stepped forward. “You’re insane.” Tristan shrugged. “Public scandal. Office rumors. A client calling her a whore. And you think showing up randomly with suitcases is smart?” A moment of silence passed as the question hung in the air. “You want to control the story?” Tristan said. “This is how you do it. We move as a unit. A throuple. A single front.”

I turned to him and saw that he was staring at me. “You look breathtaking tonight. I almost don't want any other man to see you like this. Just me" He murmured softly and for a second, I let the warm fuzzy feeling envelope me. The feeling of knowing you are wanted by somebody but I quickly shook it off as I pulled my hand out his grip and flashed him a tight lipped smile. He smiled back at me and we both climbed out of the car and immediately, we were almost attacked by the paparazzi. Tristan was the Lycan king and in this part of the world, he was the most popular and most important person so everyone wanted a piece of him.

Grayson gritted his teeth and said, "There's nothing good about that woman!" "Goodness me. So you called us up today because your wife bullied you, huh? Come on, tell us what she did. We'll stand up for you! I'm sure we'll be able to handle her!" said Tristan. Tristan Saunders was the owner of Liquor Den. He and Grayson had been best buddies since they were kids. He was infamous for being a playboy. He was handsome and rich and changed girlfriends like he changed clothes. Tristan was the relationship guru of their friend group.

he says. "I don't even know your name, why would I trust you?" I ask him. "My name Tristan, I was Prince Caspian right hand, and I vowed my life to Princess Charlotte, you can trust me, I'm your best shot to come out of this alive," Tristan says finally introducing himself to me.

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To let me in… I had lost all hope that Tristan was going to answer at all when he looked up at me. “He wanted me to break up with you. He wanted me to stop ‘being’ gay and prove once and for all to the media that I was a straight, single-minded businessman who was only embroiled in a scandal. That, or he pulls out of Terra.” Our breaths were soft and insistent. Tristan thrust some more times inside of me before groaning and bending over me as he came inside me. I could feel the warmth seeping into me, and yet his cock remained inside, his face intense and sincere.

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."