Novel & Cerita Tristan Flynn

Lyra defended. Devkin raised her hands up, "I see you're getting angry," she was right. The crease between Lyra's eyebrows was enough to show that her emotions were being stirred towards the side of anger. "I'm not trying to belittle you or anything, I'm just saying, I know a little about Tristan and know that he doesn't really trust people. Why would he? His best friend is betraying him right under his nose. His idea of trust has been destroyed and if you think that his words were true that he really kikes you, then believe me that he knows you'll try to d something like this".

And look where that got her. She was trusting him. Trusting that he'd follow through on the promise he'd made. But Flynn knew, deep down, she didn't really believe he'd stay. She'd had their end in mind from the beginning. And why shouldn't she? He had nearly half a lifetime that painted him as the gypsy she believed him to be. That image had never bothered him before her. He wanted to be more for her. He wanted to be more with her. But a woman like that would believe actions instead of words. Flynn looked down at the hand he held, seeing the naked ring finger. He'd do right by her. He'd do right by her and Ari both.

The pilot has been calling. One in the afternoon? I slept for, Christ, I slept for twelve hours? Tristan sits up, muscles rippling under scarred skin. He's a giant. Seven feet of tattooed muscle, every inch of him screaming danger. And me? I'm five-foot-nine, lean, built like someone who runs away from fights, not toward them. He could snap me in half. Has snapped me in half, repeatedly, and I keep coming back for more. "Plany izmenilis'!" Tristan roars at the door. "On letit noch'yu!" [Plans changed. He flies at night.]

The boy just chuckled at her remarks before he spoke again. “She tried flirting with my fiancé, of course, I didn't only pull her hair, I also pulled her ass.” The boy said, and both he and Ariana burst into laughter. “You know what, that's the craziest thing I have ever heard. By the way, you said your fiancée, are you engaged?” Ariana asked as she started feeling comfortable around the boy. “Sorry, point of correction, I said 'My Fiancé'. I'm gay, and I'm engaged for two years. By the way, I'm Tristan, Tristan Bailey.” Tristan said and extended his hand for a handshake.

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.

Dylan’s POV I’m still trying to wrap my head around everything Tristan just admitted—the way he cut ties with his father, started his own business, and broke things off with Oliver. All of it just to be here, with me. It doesn’t feel real. I’m still processing it when Tristan finally speaks again, his voice quieter, almost hesitant. “You know,” he starts, his gaze fixed on the waves, “people always think I’m… strong. Confident. The kind of guy who doesn’t let shit bother him.”

There was no way my heart could take another heartbreak. I saw that Tristan was on Tv now with a reporter. Why is he granting an interview right now? “…there has been significant speculation regarding your relationship with Miss Cross,” the interviewer was saying. “There is no speculation,” Tristan replied evenly. “Seraphina Cross is my wife.”

Tristan started another livestream. This time, he openly confessed to everything he had done in the past—from meeting Lisa two years ago and getting involved with her to the day Nicole jumped into the river in despair. He detailed it all without holding anything back. As he spoke, the viewer count in the livestream skyrocketed to over a hundred thousand. The comment section was flooded with insults. People called him inhuman, a wolf in sheep’s clothing. They cursed him as despicable, shameless, and ungrateful.

“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.

“Yeah, right. You're still my best friend alpha or not. Prioritize your safety over your pride.” Rylan scooped water from the bathtub and splashed it on Tristan who ducked. Then Tristan smiled. “You know, for a moment, I thought you were busy with one of the maids,” he said in a suggestive tone. Rylan's eyebrows shot up, obviously not amused. “What? No way! I just lost my Luna. I have no intention of sleeping around.” “Oh please,” Tristan laughed and waved his hand as though dismissing the notion. “Save me the honorable speech. I know too much about you. You'll need someone to keep you warm eventually.”