Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."

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.

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 set the phone down and stood up, reaching across the desk to clasp my hands in his. "Ms. Serena Hayes, as it stands, I have a clean record. No internet girlfriends, and a failed attempt at a divorce." He smiled through his tears, his eyes filled with sincerity. "So, may I have the honor of taking you out sometime?" I playfully pulled my hand back and lifted my chin. "We'll see how you perform. I'm not exactly an easy catch."

Tristan's POV When I reached my house, I was still livid with Mr Parker. Why couldn't he just get someone else to look after Eric or take him after what happened to Eric's mother? People like that make me angry. I know I may not be the greatest person, but I have love in me when the people I care about are hurt. When I even see someone get hurt that I do not even love, it does break my heart. I am a human who feels these things. I can build up my walls and have no emotion because I learned that after my wife passed away. But Eric is someone that I have gotten to care about in this short space of time, as if he was my own son.

" Tristan looked down again for a moment. Tears rolled down his cheeks again. Disappointment and guilt that did not go away really disturbed his mind. Because the day was getting dark, the man chose to get up. He walked without the slightest passion towards his car, parked outside the cemetery area. Of course, not to go home. This time, Paradise Bar in the Hyde Park area became Tristan's destination for him to stop by. From seven to nine in the evening, the man sat alone, sipping many glasses of whiskey. Not long after, as always, Nicholas came after. With an annoyed face, the man pulled out a chair and sat in front of Tristan. "What kind of trouble has this time come upon you, Tristan? Can'

His presence was not loud, but it demanded silence. When his gaze finally found us, he took a slow step forward. “So this,” he said, voice deep, smooth, carrying easily over the sound of the rain, “is the Red Fang Pack.” I did not move. “It is.” He studied me, his expression unreadable. “I am Tristan and I’ve heard much of you in recent moons,” he said, walking slowly along the yard. “Whispers reach even the crown, about a pack reborn, a war fought between shadows, and a lady who stands where most men have fallen.”

By the time they got to the Mansion, the policeman were already there, searching and investigating. "What a f*ck." Tristan cursed when he saw what was happening. He wanted to kill those people himself, he wanted to strangle Jasper Milton with his bare hands. "What are we gonna do now?" Matteo asked as they watched the scenario. Tristan took the camera away from his face, placed it beside him on the seat. He got down from the car and started pacing. He didn't like what was happening one bit. He'd always wanted to destroy the man that stole from his father.

Tristan's progress was once more stopped in the middle of the stairs, giving him an unobstructed view of the area where Vaskal was standing, and he was arrogantly gazing at the photograph of his parents. Tristan took advantage of the fact that he had stopped to look at a large photo frame to finally see his father's face, whom he had missed so much. Dominic Stein is shown in the image of the leader everyone respects and is familiar with. The most popular and charismatic Pack Stein leader. Tristan may never be able to emulate his father, despite his best efforts. After admiring his father's portrait, Tristan moved swiftly toward the parking lot. Although Rogue had long since wrecked his autom

Langdon’s POV Tristan opened the door, sat in the back of his truck, and let his long, hairy legs hang out from the vehicle. He slid his shorts down to his extremely expensive retro Jordans. I admired his lean, muscular frame and was in absolute heaven as I saw this caramel adonis lying there with