Tristan Liones Rising Impact นิยาย & เรื่องราว

Tristan carefully concealed a deep seated anger he now felt for the person responsible for all these, but he felt helpless as he thought of how justice for the evil crime will never be meted out to the perpetrator. “Is it poisonous or can it bite?” Tristan asked breaking the awfully painful sad silence. “No,” Lillian replied. “I don’t think it bites, or it’s poisonous, I mean that’s from what I have researched about, I wrote an essay composition in school.” Tristan had reached out of the boat’s starboard side to haul the small creature in. “Wait–” Lillian said, but she was late, Tristan had already grabbed the lizard and had brought it aboard.

I wanted to spend as much time with her as possible and make sure that the divorce wouldn't leave any lasting scars on her. Tristan was released after only 14 days in detention. Even then, he hadn't given up on revenge. He started livestreaming. With unbelievable shamelessness, he openly talked about how he had targeted Yvonne, broken up her marriage, and manipulated her into selling off her company. As notoriety grew, so did the attention. The more viewers cursed him, the happier he seemed. To him, their outrage just brought him more traffic. Unfortunately for him, he'd forgotten that Yvonne wasn't going to let him off so easily.

she’s giving everything i would also cry if i met her on a street in italy tbh that woman is that girl tristan rothschild holding his coffee looking like a painting while his wife talks to fans is not something i knew i needed I handed the phone back then look up at the pink buildings stacked above us against the blue sky. “I have fans,” I breathed out a laugh. “You have fans” Tristan confirmed. “People who cry at my I*******m posts.” “Apparently.” “I was a pharmaceutical researcher. I filed patents. I ran a research division. I published papers about cellular mechanics.” “And now you’re also famous,” he said simply. “Both things are true.” I pulled out my phone and took a photo of the stree

"Tristan’s personal transport fleet just cleared the southern checkpoint. He’s not coming back to negotiate." I didn't lift my eyes from Averi’s sleeping face. My fingers were still tangled in his soft hair, my pulse thumping against my ribs in a slow, panicked rhythm. "Let him bring his entire syndicate, Damien. The marrow puncture results will be finalized by morning. Once the High Council sees the Ashford seal on his blood, Tristan won't be able to touch him without starting a full-scale pack war." "You underestimate his obsession, Lyra," Damien muttered, his hand resting on the hilt of his enforcement blade. "He doesn't care about Council laws when his bloodline is questioned. He will te

“If something like that h-happened to you—” Tristan turns in his chair and pulls me into his lap. “It won’t, Lia.” He kisses my mouth softly, followed by my forehead. “I won’t let it. I’m…” Pulling back, he seems like he wants to say something important, his complexion reddening slightly. “Let’s just say, my priorities are beginning to…change.” Our eyes meet and the gravity in his pulls me under. “There is more to life than working and making money, isn’t there?”

Tristan continued, his voice was low and dangerous, “and you will release them. Clear their names. If you do not, your pack and that hospital you claim to care about… it will all collapse if this video reaches the world.” The room went silent. Not a single elder dared to breathe. Even Selene, who had been smug all morning, was pale, her lips pressed into a thin line. Tristan’s threat wasn’t empty. No one doubted it, not for a second. I couldn’t look away from him. He looked like a king, poised, and unshakable. Every move was calculated, every glance was commanding. And all of this, he was doing for me. For Jackson too, yes, but mostly… for me.

she reminded her. Luna Viviana shook her head, looking irate as ever. "To hell with the Moon Goddess! If she truly existed, why did she allow my husband's ex to resurface and create havoc in my marriage? She lost my respect when she allowed my husband and that woman to meet and reunite after a long time of separation. The Moon Goddess just wants to ridicule me and mock me. She is a false god! I will put all matters in my hands from now on. I will kill anyone who takes away my husband and my throne as the Luna of my pack!" she declared indignantly, her voice spitting venom. Mia can only shake her head in sadness and despair as her best friend doesn't listen to her anymore. It's clear now that

Julian said, his voice sounded so freaking amused and it made me question what the fuck was going on. “Don’t patronize me,” Tristan snapped. “They want me gone and out of the public eye because you made them think I’m a liability now. Because of everything that’s going on.” A bitter laugh escaped him. “So, congratulations. I hope you’re happy.” Julian burst into laughter at that point. A hysterical laugh that scraped along my nerves. “Oh, Tristan,” Julian said. “Did you really think this wouldn’t happen?” Something twisted painfully in my chest.

But the question remained: What was that "other business" Tristan wasn't part of the sex trafficking. That much was clear. But everything still hinted that he was paying for rogue attacks to create enough chaos to claim the throne. Lila had shed light on his character, but the mission was still stuck in the mud. Was he actually organizing a rebellion against his own brother? *** Meanwhile, in the rogue camp, Laura’s eyes fluttered open. “Poor little thing,” Bjorn cooed sweetly. His voice was like honey, but his eyes were as cold as ice. “I didn't realize you were so sensitive to a little blood.”

“Not a throne. No more war over mates. No more silencing Lunas. The Moon doesn’t just choose alphas. She chooses warriors. Survivors. Queens.” I saw some faces frown. Others… leaned in. “If a Luna rises, don’t fear her,” I said. “Follow her.” The silence broke like ice under heat. Wolves started clapping and Howling. A roar started in the back and surged forward like a wave. Axel didn’t say a word. Just watched me with eyes that burned like fire in the dark. Not pride. Not possessiveness, but amusement. Later that night, the stars blinked above us in a glass-ceilinged room, quiet and soft.