Tristan Liones Rising Impact Novels & Stories

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 know. I mean, how can a perfect person like you get married?" Hearing Lola's words, Zion was depressed. He looked at Tristan speechlessly, his mind was in a blank. Tristan was also a little helpless. He pulled his daughter over. "What nonsense are you talking about? Your second cousin is a human being! A living human being! A human being has to fall in love and get married and have children. This is a necessary procedure." "That's not the case. Cousin, if you marry another woman, your fans will decrease." "What?"

It burned as it entered his system, but he made no mention of it. “How do you feel?” Lizzy asked. “A little lightheaded,” Tristan admitted. “I do not dare try to shift in these tight quarters so I cannot test it out.” Lizzy looked at the other soldiers with disgust before having Chloe stand in front of Tristan. Positioning herself behind him, she reached around his body and held her hands out for Chloe to hold. She looked over her shoulder at the soldiers who stood watching. “Look closely at what the shrimp can do and then think about the way you’ve behaved and how you have spoken before kicking yourselves in the ass for it.”

She starts to open her mouth but closes it quickly. Leo notices the hesitation and starts to ramp up the game slightly. "Mage, I can't believe he would do anything but if you know anything, please help me. I can't fail. If I lose this project, then we can't be together...I want to marry you, have children with you, grow old with you..." He turned his eyes down to their hands. His bottom lip quivers, his voice softens. "I can't lose you." His eyes closed as if in a regretful mood. He could feel her pulse quicken in her wrist. She believed his lies. Now, if only she would say something against her father to protect their "relationship".

“I don’t actually know why I am here. It should be me interrogating Aida, why she feels she has the right to command alphas to pledge themselves to her.” “She is your destined Alpha Luna.” Lance’s fist hits the table hard from frustration. The loud bang echoing around the interim courtroom. “Not mine. Can you be assured that the alphas didn’t feel pressurised?” He sneers at me. “I wouldn’t do that, I’m not you.” I sneer back, a few snickers heard from the back of the room. Triste shifts in his chair, sitting forward as he makes direct eye contact with Lance and myself. “Let’s be honest…you have no evidence, you continue to hold me anymore and I won’t let this betrayal of your leadership go u

The man replied with a breath of relief, “Princess Chloe, I’m so glad you called back. I am Gideon Begay. I am leader of the werebears in the Canadian and Alaskan regions. We have a poaching issue up here that I am really hoping you could help us with.” I cringed, “I am so happy to speak with you, but I am six months pregnant with triplets, and my doctor just put me on rest mode until they are born. She said that it could be anytime, but she would prefer to make them wait a month. Triplets are almost always born early. I hope you understand why I can’t do it right now, but after the babies are born, I could come up. However, I do know someone who would be great at what I do. Would it be okay

each giving her praise for the fight she tried to put up. “You don’t understand how much this pains me,” Tristan’s voice pulled me away from writings, I gazed over his form, he stood tall trying to reassure strength his people.. I could see a leader who still led with faith, despite the hardships and terrors that lurked his life, “Smart and rich people may rule the world,” His deep seafoam eyes turn to mine, “but reckless and stubborn people like me tries to protect it, but failure happens, I fail.. fail as their prince," He sighs, tightening his jaw, "I can’t save her, Jisoo. If I knew how, I would do it in a split second.. This is all I can do for her..”

“Come on, Evan. You didn’t actually think I’d marry you, did you? I billions in my pocket and my family’s casino. What do you have?” The words hit like a blade to the ego. His eyes burned, jaw clenched. “Don’t cross that line, Liora,” he said, voice low and threatening. “You won’t like me when I’m angry.” “Or what?” Tristan stepped forward, casual but sharp. “What do you become when you’re angry, Evan? Enlighten us. Maybe do a little demonstration?” To Evan’s credit, he was smart about one thing—he knew better than to pick a fight he couldn’t win. And Tristan Vexley? He was the kind of man Evan couldn’t afford to mess with.