Tristan Rory Novels & Stories

He asked his friends. “Bro, your Mom is going to be happy with that,” Paul reminded him. “What makes her happy then? Me firing teachers for no reason because they scold me or what? I'm going to make this one fall in love with me, I'll see what she'll do then.” Tristan countered, he wasn't even ashamed of saying it aloud. “Hey, Tristan,” A Grade nine student beamed at him. He greeted her back with a smile. Tristan was the hot boy of the school, strikingly handsome and tall, plus his Red-colored hair gave him an exceptional bad boy look. Everyone envied Tristan because he messed around the way he liked and didn't get punished for his actions by his mother.

He watched her initial shock when she saw him, her vivacious brown eyes wouldn't stop roaming over him and Tristan felt the stirrings of desire tempting him to take Gary’s offer. “my name is Tristan O’Connor what’s yours?” He watched her blink out of her trance. “Kyra Sinclair.” She said. Tristan’s gaze lingered on her chest where her blouse dipped low watching the swell of her breast rising and falling with each breath, it was mesmerising, and somewhere down south was responding to it.

He patted Rowan's back and left the janitor's closet while adjusting his wig another time. "Wait does that mean you planned to give me detention every day. What the hell Tristan!! " Rowan whinned as he caught the hidden intentions of the evil piano teacher. He just followed Tristy aka Tristan dressed up as a woman, to start his little mission but both Tristan and Rowan failed to notice a person who caught them coming from the janitor's closet. ...............

She sobbed, it was another surprise for me. Ryan was not only married but also has a son. “Ryan wants has a mole in Tristan’s company who would leak confidential information in the public which may effect Tristan’s business and reputation adversely.” She said and it was enough to alarm me.

Rory stared at him like he had grown five different heads. “What?” “And also, you were on top of her…” He stepped dangerously close to him, looking up at him. His eyes cleared with something he was familiar with. “What? Is she your girlfriend?” The guy’s eyes widened a bit, looking down at his swirling champagne, before he dangerously gulped it down, scorching his throat. “Well now, wouldn’t you like to know…” He trailed off. “I am Toby. Toby Armstrong.” “I am Rory. Rory Thatcher.” His eyes rolled a bit. Left, right, and left. “Rory… Rory… Rory Thatcher. That sounds awfully familiar.”

Not this one. "Why didn't you tell me he's a famous footballer?" "What!" Bruna gasps. "What's his name?" "Trent Aston." "Who is that?" He's a big deal! I feel the urge to tell her but I don't. So I turn to Troy waiting for him to answer my question. "I didn't think it was important," Troy explains. "Plus, the less you know about him, the better. Trent is somebody you do not want to know. He is... twisted."

Nick was always on time. That was a good thing, he got acquainted to the girls before Jeremy, Eric and Sam came along. Mallory had actually brought someone as well, Tristan Grant. We knew each other because this town was quite small. We just never talked to each other. He had brunette locks and grey eyes. He wasn't the most good looking guys but his body compensated for that. Mal had explained that they were gym buddies, just gym buddies. Tristan's parents the Grants owned a famous super market. It wasn't as big as Walmart obviously but it was big and popular around Eastwood Valley and yes, they went to our church. Laura later pulled me aside saying..

"Listen, stop being such a jerk. Don't be the jerk who causes trouble because I know you and Darcy want what's best for Lucas, and it shows in what a wonderful kid he is. I don't trust you, Rory. I know you fucked my wife when we were still married, and if you think that's okay, what else are you capable of? Rory shakes his head and runs his hands through his hair because he can't pretend Kiran doesn't know. She was unhappy, but not anymore. You don't have to like me, but don't condemn me because you don't know what led me here. It wasn't for nothing. I'm working my tail off to build us a future.

Saoirse caught him, lowering him to the gravel. Silence returned to the tunnel, broken only by the sizzling of Crawler flesh. Garrick stood up slowly. He looked at the carnage. Dozens of dead monsters. He looked at Jora’s body. Then he looked at Tristan, who was shaking violently in Saoirse’s arms. "Iron and Gods," Garrick whispered. "What are you?" Tristan looked up. His nose was bleeding. His eyes were fully violet, glowing in the dark. "I am the storm," Tristan croaked, a delirious smile touching his lips. Then his eyes rolled back, and he slumped against Saoirse’s chest.

I had told Tristan to stop defending me, but he wouldn’t listen. I also hadn’t known Hunter had punished him again for standing up for me last night. All I knew was he was called away and hadn’t returned until it was time to apply the salve. When he returned, I noticed he was moving strangely. “I have a feeling that Dr. Tristan will also be kicked out if he keeps defending her. Although I think Dr. Tristan is hot and a good doctor, he should remember where to keep his loyalty. If I were the rogue, I would just kill myself.”