Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

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

I needed to buy myself a lot of time or else, I was going to be doomed if he discovers. Bang! I collided with a figure just as I was running, making me fall to the floor. Immediately, a sense of premonition arose in my heart as I stood up and looked at the figure. Frowning, I saw that the figure was a man in his late sixties. But from the looks of it, he didn't seem to be a member of the pack and it made me wonder if he was a spy. But then I could care less about that at the moment, I needed to leave as soon as I could. I didn't know if Alpha Kyle had noticed that I was missing or not.

He appeared to be drowned in his own thoughts as he stood and stared into nothingness. I ended the call and walked closer to him. "Tristan, didn't you hear me call you?" I was irritated that he has to keep me waiting alone. What if something had happened to me? He was being so inconsiderate. There was no reply so I walked over to him and gripped his shoulder. He spun and our eyes jammed. He swiftly clutched my wrist and a wicked smile crawled up his face. "Well, well, well... If it isn't the pretty Jade Parker that thinks she is wise." He drawled and my heart picked it's pace–it wasn't Tristan.

said Alice Tristan was still standing in the doorway looking at the only girl in the house. And now, Tristan just realized what has been making demons so often approaching the yard of this house lately. "I'm Tristan, right-hand man of mr.Erick. And, I came here because I wanted to convey something to the three of you, including you Xander!" Xander looked at Tristan, if I remember correctly. The man also grew up with her and Oliver. He didn't know the man very well because Tristan was often assigned to travel by Erick and as far as he knew from Oliver. Tristan is not a good man.

He was all smiles and giggles. “I’m Tristan Atkins,” he gushed, practically vibrating. “My dad works in one of your dad’s real estate companies. Dude. I. Am. A. Huge. Fan. I follow all your socials—the car rebuilds, the parties—man, you’re like a high school legend.” Jake’s mouth curled. “Dude, I’m not a celebrity.” Tristan laughed too loud. “Are you kidding? Since you parked that car, everyone’s been whispering. It’s sick, dude. Seriously. Your dad hook you up or you buy that yourself?”

Zoe Mug of steaming coffee in hand, I wound my way back to Isaac’s laptop. With an empty purse and a repair bill for a Jaguar I-Pace winging its way to me, I can’t afford coffee, but I can’t afford to not job hunt, nor will my finances stretch to reinstating my home internet service. On the slim chance I avoid jail time, I owe Isaac a class trip, Bella a school dress and I need new shoes. I googled Greyson’s fancy car. The eyewatering starting price stands at eighty thousand dollars. My house isn’t worth eighty thousand dollars. I can only imagine the horrific repair bill. The custom made watch he sported wasn’t much cheaper.

The original owner who had hired him liked him so much that when he decided that he wants to retire, he promoted Garrett to be the editor-in-chief. Then finally we have Logan and Parker. Logan was in England for university and became a doctor which was actually a pretty hard but impressive journey for him and gave him good cash. Parker, who originally bought a bar and got signed by a modelling agency ending up selling the bar when he started getting into acting. He landed a few pretty amazing roles in the past years and now is a huge actor that almost everyone knows. While he was in London for a red carpet event a few years ago, he accidentally fell while rock climbing with some friends and

He doesn't know that the man standing before me is not the one I was supposed to be standing with. Blake Parker. Twenty-four year old Co-CEO of The Parker Brothers. A billion dollar company that deals with selling buildings for profit and pressuring people to sell their land and companies to them. He is a lady's man and sure does love his booze. He has never liked me, probably thinks I'm after his brother's money which makes me think that he has a personality disorder considering that he is always against his brother.

No longer am I tied down to the Summers family. I hear gasps throughout the venue but I hold my head up high and maintain eye contact. There's nothing any of them can do to me now. I'm not the weak and sickeningly kind Omega they knew before. As we walk, I hear a loud growl echoing the room. I look around and meet a pair of shocked and angry hazel eyes. Tristian Parker in the flesh. The man who forced himself on me. A wave of rage runs through me but also strange satisfaction. He didn't ruin me nor does he own me.

In North City's matchmaking circles, everyone knew my name, Renee Ranford. I was the girl who always hung around the five Parker brothers. According to the gossip, I'd already ruined four of their engagements. I had skin thick enough to survive any amount of ridicule, and no sense of shame whatsoever. I never wore makeup. I never acted sweet. Every other sentence out of my mouth referred to them as my "bros." Yet somehow, every woman who tried to marry into the family ended up walking away. The rumors only got worse. "That tomboy's a complete psycho. She can't stand seeing anyone else happy." "She loves being the only woman surrounded by men. The second one of those brothers starts dat