Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

A deep grunt escaped my throat at the thought that she was also going to find out that I was her mate and would also perceive my scent. shit! I hissed and clenched my fist, bracing myself to reject her immediately; I wasn't worried about the pain because I was also planning to kill her. My name is Xander, the heir to the Red Moon Pack. Being the son of Alpha Xavier, I had to be more cruel than him, giving no space for romantic feelings, which do nothing other than make someone weak and act stupidly. Lena's POV.

“Alpha Darren suspects me of being involved in the murder of Alpha Stevan's father which has caused problems at the border. So I want you to convince him that it's not true, that he doesn't have to trust that crazy Cedric. Do you understand?” The common thread was clear now. Diana now knew what Alpha Darren's real purpose was in asking her about her relationship with her father, and this was the answer. Diana was honestly shocked to hear it, but she also believed that if Alpha Darren had suspected something, it must be true. It was just a matter of time to prove it. “That's not possible, is it? You know I'm the head of the military at Pack Kyne, so how could I do such a crazy thing.” Frank t

Tobias chuckled lightly, “It’s fine. I understand where she is coming from. If I had a stranger in my home, I’d want to know everything about them as well. I’m from Silver Crest in Oregon.” I’d never heard of Silver Crest, but there are so many packs, large and small, I couldn’t keep track of them if I tried. Wyatts voice again floated into my head ‘I will look into that and try to verify.’ ‘I know Parker is hoping that he’s found someone he can relate to but I think it’s creating a sense of blind trust’ I responded through link. I was thankful that Wyatt was at least skeptical. I felt in my heart that Parker was so trusting because he’d finally found someone like himself.

“My master has summoned me in advance to help him warm his bed, I can’t disobey him. Master Tristan, I’m doing this for your own good. Otherwise, my master will turn you into a eunuch.” Boom! Tristan was about to explode in anger. After pausing for a brief while, he yelled, “Tell me who that Master Rockefeller is, I’ll go over and kill him now!” “No, don’t, you won’t be able to defeat him.” “Bullsh*t! I’m Tristan Coleman of Missouri, the youngest Earth expert in America. I’m the future king of Missouri! How could I not…” Toot! Toot! Toot! The phone call was cut off as Tristan spoke halfway.

Which has lost all it's freshness. "Are you sure Mr. Marvel that he is an adequate match for her, look at him he is not credible, what if he ends up hurting her." Tristan, is the evil, who would never stop himself from ruining my moments. My eyes hacked at him with fierceness, in exchange he passed an ignorant expression.

“C-Can you give me her?” I shake my head, wrap my hand around his cock, softly. If I cling too hard, he might snap. He might know it’s me. He moans through gritted teeth and looks away. His eyes shut, lips twitching. Tristan has many demons. From his childhood, his days in the church, his sister. All in one head. TanBear is a strong man. My man. He’s dripping in my hand now. Still muttering gibberish. I push him back on the sheets, part his thighs, and settle between his legs.

The sun has set and the cloud is darkening with an intensity that matches the storm brewing inside of me, casting an ominous shadow over everything I’ve believed in for the past three years. Tristan and I met at a fundraiser three years ago. It wasn’t love at first sight but a bond that was fostered by our parents’ stance in society. His father, Keith Blackwood owns half the city and has several businesses scattered all over the city and beyond. Same with my father. Tristian is in charge of the hotels and resorts. Sometimes, I feel like the fame has gotten into his head but then, he’s always been a brat. I was just crazy enough to stick by him and make excuses for him every single time his d

I said, crouching to pick them up. "It's okay, I'll help." A young man in a Columbia University baseball jacket knelt down beside me, gathering my documents. He looked to be in his early twenties, with a bright, sunny smile. "You must be the new visiting scholar, right?" He froze for a second when he saw me, a flash of surprise and admiration in his eyes. "I'm Tristan, a TA in the Art History department." "Thank you. I'm Sarah." "You don't look like you're from New York," Tristan said, a disarming smile on his face. He fell into step beside me, easy and confident, like a golden retriever who knows everyone is a potential friend. "I'm guessing... Europe?"

I had never experienced anything like that before, and I never wanted to experience it again. “That’s a hell of a story,” he said softly. “Do you have proof?” Tristan looked at me uncomfortably. “I do,” he said. He averted his eyes and looked down at the ground. “I have text messages and emails from the past few years. Messages where she asks me to have dinner with her or tries to convince me to get a drink after hours. There are also a few where she makes, uh… suggestive comments.” “Dr. Ward, if this is true, why didn’t you tell anyone before now?” Dean Parker asked.

“Not much space back there.” Parker nodded but clenched his jaw. He didn’t like how she made light of the restrictions she’d been living with. Parker was beginning to think Talia and Carter’s father was a monster, which was so at odds with the image he portrayed on television. But then Parker, more than anyone, should know that not everyone was what they seemed. Especially celebrities. It was his job to dig through their dirty laundry and expose the skeletons in their closets. “Where are we going?” Talia asked, looking around as they sped down the freeway.