Tristan Parker Novels & Stories

What was going on? Tristan—the president of Drunham City Connoisseurs—actually apologized respectfully to a loser who married into his wife's family! Hunter and the seven bosses were all stunned. The sense of foreboding grew stronger as well. Liam was indifferent toward Tristan's respectful attitude. He was exuding the might of a distinguished man. It was as if he was born to be a king and that others should bow at his feet. "So, you're the Tristan Xander, the president of Drunham City Connoisseurs?" Liam asked calmly.

I see a worried look across Tristan's face and knew something was up "ok spill." "Nope, not happening." I watched him gulp and look over his shoulder and instantly know "JIM PACKSTON!" I watch Jim in the background shaking his head "DON'T SHAKE YOUR DAMN HEAD AT ME." He starts to walk off and I start to pout my lips and let a few tears spill "Trin baby please don't cry."

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When he reached the top floor, he walked to the last door, which was his office. "Good afternoon, Tristan," Genevieve, his secretary, gave him a seductive look. "Mr. Parker is waiting for you in the office." "I've already told you I don't like people entering my office without permission," Tristan replied. “I tried to stop him, but..." she interrupted herself as Tristan continued walking, ignoring her. He entered his office, seeing the man sitting in his chair with his feet up on the desk, reading some papers. "What do you think you're doing?" Tristan questioned.

I hate the power he had over me, a power which he knew he had and relished using it. “Call it whatever you want,” his voice went back to being cold and he spun his wheelchair around that he was back facing the window. Tristan used to be different. Full of life and happy to be alive. He was Theo Livingston’s nephew. The Livingston’s had taken Tristan in after his parents died in a helicopter crash. Tristan was an adrenaline junkie, took hikes up rocky mountains, went sky diving, surfed in dangerous waters. That was until the accident a year ago, when he was climbing a cliff. He fell and broke his back and became paralyzed from the waist down.

“My contact at Parker Publishing has also installed a few hidden cameras.” “I still have a bone to pick with you for not telling me what was happening. If I had known something, I could have helped or at least helped Hayden calm down a little more.” Tristan said after he swallowed whatever he was eating. “I didn’t want Lexus to see any flaws. I needed Hayden’s raw emotions.” “I don’t think it would have mattered. Hayden rarely left the office.” “Maybe I could have done things a little differently, but it is done. Now, we need to focus on the next step. The sooner we take him down, the better it is for everyone.”

I tilted my head, as if trying to understand what someone staying upside down is saying. "It's alright. I'll introduce myself personally. I'm Tristan Pierre, Conrad's elder brother.” He smiled, stretching his hand forward for a handshake. I glanced at his hand, then back at his face. Tristan Pierre? The same Tristan I saw in that dusty picture? Wow. He looked far from what I saw there. He looked like Tristan before he got the money and fame. The kind of Mr Beast before and after his fame. "No handshake? Alright then.” His voice pierced through my thoughts. I forced a smile, folding my hands behind me.

I try to think of a reason why a literal child would want to marry an old wrinkly man but for the life of me, I cannot figure it out. All I can think about is that maybe it's a power bond. Perhaps it was a prophecy again because knowing the child that they have created. That part of the puzzle is now being completed. Tristan is half Siren Wolf and half Rogue. That was why Larkin said he was the last of

Since then, no one has discovered Draven, with the exception of Tristan. That little shit is surprisingly an excellent tracker, and when he wants to be, the stealthiest person Atticus knows aside from himself. Everything was going good as Draven swam under the water. That was until he turned around and came face to face with a very shocked Tristan. The damn Beta sucked in water when he tried to scream and Atticus had to shift back and drag him out of the lake. Ever since then, Tristan has been closer to Atticus than ever. He's like a brother and would die to keep his secret.

Aless whispers to be before pulling me into a passionate kiss. The photographers go crazy and they start screaming. Jesus, he's not Justin Bieber. We pull away and I smile at him. We walk in while they keep screaming for more pictures. "That was freaking intense." I say and Alessio just smiles. "So baby, I'm Parker Matheson tonight." He says and I frown but nod. I miss Parker. Not that I don't like Alessio. I fucking love Alessio but since I found out about the whole mafia thing, he hasn't been as soft with me.