Tristan Parker Bull Rider Novels & Stories

Someone commented, "That's the heir to the Garrison family, right? This is going to be good. Jerome just hit a brick wall." "The Garrison family? Which one? The one in Kifmont? Oh damn! Jerome didn't just hit a brick wall. He ran straight into a steel trap!" "Here's a quick intro—Andrew Garrison, the sole heir to the Garrison family in Kifmont and the infamous 'Legal Devil'. He's undefeated to this day. Mr. Callen, you might want to start picking out a good burial plot." "What mistress? Jerome and I truly love each other! Jerome, tell them!" Cassidy screamed while clutching Jerome's arm.

Now that was the Ty I knew and loved. "We still haven't seen him yet but if you tracked him here and that book ties in then there are only so many places around here he could be hiding out. We'll get to the bottom of it. Just one more player, he should be here..." Just then Chaz opened up the gate and a whole fucking crew of bikers came riding in. The leader dismounted off his custom made top of the line ride with his wife's name emblazoned on the side and headed for us. One smooth motherfucker this one, and the shades just tipped that shit over the edge.

Hector says as he holds him by the arm. The man looks down at his arm, making Hector retreat his hand quickly. "My name is Hunter Black. Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack of the North. You enslaved my sister. I am only here to take her back. Your death and the downfall of your pack are not of my concern." he says, making Alpha Hector DiMarco's eyes widen in shock.

After what seemed like ages, Tristan finally spoke up. “I see you've met Parker Antonio, Natalie. I’d stay away from him if I were you. Everyone knows he’s bad news.” He spat out the words with a cold smirk, his voice icy and controlled as he crossed his arms. Something about it or what he said—Natalie couldn’t really tell— made Parker shake his head in amusement. “If I’m bad news, at least I do it right, Tristan…” The tattooed man admitted proudly, his eyes shining with fervor, “I don’t play pretend and then hide behind my father’s name…”

Tristan tells him, and I can see a smirk on hid face even though he's doing his best to hide it. "Whatever, the ladies I get with always know what to do, I don't need to get a downward arrow or anything like that, and if they do not know what to do, I'm more than happy to teach them." He says winking. Oh, he's my brother and I love him but he can be really graphic sometimes. "So why exactly did you get a bull then? To remind you to be an animal in bed?" Tristan asks him as he lowers himself into the pool and this time the smirk is clear in his face, he's not even trying to hide it.

I was reminded of that morning in the exercise room when he had a fit about me being there. A little devil tapped me on the shoulder, and don't ask me where I got the nerve. "Are there going to be a lot of men at the fair? Do you know them? I hear they're mostly bikers, hot ones, not like the ones from around here." Chantal had said as much about the bikers coming to town anyway, which she'd heard from Wolf. As to them not being like the ones around here, I have no idea if that's true; I'd added that to get his goat, and it seems to have worked if the look he gave me was any indication. "You're playing with fire, little fawn." Why does him calling me that make me feel so warm inside?

Not only because he is scared of the guy but also because of shame. “Why is this the only place to hire you?” Tobias asked him again, looking at his every movement. “I have been involved in some gangs before. But I swear I have no connection with them anymore!” He said it a little louder than before when He breathed the last sentence. “I don't care about your past relationship with them. I already know you have nothing with them. So can you fight?” Tibias asked again. He only asked him these questions to see if he had something to hide, but earlier, he studied everything about him that there is to know, and he seemed a perfect candidate.

Hazel choked out. "We can see that, captain obvious." Kat responded. Tristan walked closer to the TV stand. "Parker Benson!" "A boy has no name." Oh my gosh! "Parker." Tristan took another step closer. "I order you to get down from there and listen to your parents." Tristan's voice had taken on that authoritative tone. The alpha's voice. "Yes, sir." Parker spoke quickly before climbing down and running to Uncle Victor's side. Everyone stared at him in amazement. Including me.

Slowly, she turned. Deacon "Grim" Miller stood twenty feet away, leaning against a black Harley Davidson like he owned the world. He looked older… lines around his dark eyes that had not been there before, silver threading through his black hair. But he was still devastatingly handsome in that dangerous way that had always made her forget every reason she should run from him. "What are you doing here?" The words came out as barely a whisper. He pushed off the bike, taking a step closer. She could see the uncertainty in his posture, so different from the man who used to command every room he entered. "I saw you through the window. Thought I was seeing ghosts."

The triplets stood off to the side—Theron watching every movement like a hawk, Alaric analyzing the fighters with deadly calculation, and Ranon… Ranon wore that quiet intensity that made people nervous without him even moving. “Eyes up,” came the instructor’s voice. “Let’s see what the witch-wolf hybrid can do.” The words stung, more mocking than neutral. I tightened my grip on the staff. Don’t rise to it. Prove them wrong. The first attacker came fast, blade drawn—not the blunt training kind, but a real dagger. The instructor didn’t call it out. It wasn’t just a test. It was a trap. I ducked low, swept his legs out from under him, and spun before he hit the ground, catching the second with