Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

Damon; Aw, quit being grumpy, babe. Hunter; Who you calling babe, man? Fuck you mehn. Tristan; Now, y'all are just making me laugh. Damon; You should pay us then, we don't make people laugh for free. Tristan; Unfortunately, I'm only one person here and not a 'people', sooo I can't pay, now can I? Damon; Same shit. Tristan; Don't think so. What's up with y'all? Anything I missed? Hunter; Yeah! A lot of things.

In the wake of the chaotic events, Tristan found himself seeking refuge at Gabriel's one condo. He decided it was best to distance himself from the family home, to escape the constant reminders of Samantha choosing Kristoffer over him. The condo was a modern sanctuary in the heart of the city, a stark contrast to the traditional elegance of the Parker mansion. It was a place where Tristan could gather his thoughts, away from the prying eyes of his Dad. "You look like hell, man." Tristan managed a weak smile, stepping into the kitchen and grabbed some cold water to drink. His head is still hurting because of hangover.

✨✨✨✨✨✨✨ Blake Ever since I was thirteen, I have wondered how my mate would be. Would she be a good Luna? Will she be as beautiful as I'd hope she'd be? Will she love me the way I already love her? My father has always trained me harder than any other member of our pack. Any free time I have I must practice, I train, I work out, not because I want to look buff like my best friend Tyler presumes to do so, since his goal is to look good for his future mate. But, because I need to make sure I am ready to defend and protect my pack at any cost. I do it to be able to defend my future Luna at all costs. She will be half my soul after all, and if I can not defend her, then I am worthless as an alpha

Her features were delicate and refined, with high cheekbones and a strong jawline that would make even the most gorgeous girl jealous. I knew when we met that we would form a bond unbreakable. She was the only one who knew the identity of my father and what he was really like before moving here, and she never told a soul, not even her father, whom she trusted deeply. Maybe because he was a sheriff. That could end badly, especially for me. I had already lost everything in my life and Kara knew I needed him, not because he cared for me as her dad did for her, but because I was close to eighteen and I would have only ended up on the streets. And her father never would have allowed us to be frie

Xavier was merciless. At that moment, Zachary looked up at him. "What foolish thing did you do this time?" First Tristan had been scolded by Xavier, and now by his son as well. Tristan was clearly annoyed. "You're the one who did something stupid! Let's not forget about how you tricked me into that video call last time. I haven't settled that score yet!" Zachary rolled his eyes. "Aren't you always in the entertainment news anyway?" Tristan, who was known as a playboy in high society, was often seen at events with different female companions, constantly photographed by the media. He had earned the title of a spoiled heir.

" I offered a sympathetic nod. "I understand completely. Some people are truly insufferable." I paused, then casually added, "By the way, I'm new to the campus for an interview. Are you by any chance familiar with a Professor Tristan Walker?" Her eyes narrowed, and a sneer twisted her lips. "Tristan Walker? Ugh'' Well, would you look at that. Looks like Tristan isn't as liked as I believed. "So you do know him?" I asked and she scoffed. "That man is an absolute menace. He's pompous, arrogant, and thinks he's above everyone else,'' she rolled her eyes, ''I invited him to a party once and he was so fucking rude. I get that he's cute and all but he is such an asshole.''

Tristan watched the lady from his window, she hailed a cab and left. He told her he would make her pay, she had dared to hit him, in public for that matter, he’ll make sure to put her in her place. Who the hell was she, he was Tristan Perry, billionaire, son of Travis Perry, no one not even his own father had hit him in his life and this lady, a criminal, a commoner from the gutter dared to breathe the same air with him and even worse, hit him? He would make sure that this would be the first and last time she’ll ever try it.

and has decided to become a TikTok witch with a surprisingly loyal following after one potion tutorial went viral. Tristan? He won’t admit it, but he’s spiraling. He doesn’t know how to be normal. Not without orders, not without a mission, not without the pack. He walks like he’s still ready to snap someone’s neck. He talks like every word is a burden. And he watches me like I might vanish if he blinks. I’m not vanishing. But I don’t know how to reach him either. He feels like a far away dream I can't seem to reconnect with.

And, why he was my second-in-command. It took him exactly twenty-four hours to find me what I needed. “What did you find?” I asked him as he came into my office. Tristan laid out several folders of information about Frank. I raised an eyebrow at him, silently telling him to explain what I was supposed to be looking at. “He’s a gambler,” Tristan crossed his arms and shook his head. “He’s got hundreds of thousands of dollars in debt, and he’s notorious for getting into fights at casinos.” I pursed my lips to keep myself from smiling. I was glad to be rid of him, but I didn’t want to appear overeager.

“He’s been playing both sides for too long.” “I left Dexter months ago,” Tristan said calmly. “Once I realized what he really was. What he’s capable of. He’s not trying to claim territory anymore—he’s building an empire.” “Why come to us now?” I asked. Tristan looked directly at me. “Because of you. You’re still in danger. He hasn’t given up.” Xander tensed. “I have maps,” Tristan continued. “Schedules. A network of spies in place. If you don’t believe me, at least use the intel.”