Novel & Cerita Tristan Rory

The silver crest of a rising wolf glints on his lapel. It is Tristan Hale. The feared executioner of the Silveroak Keep and the right hand of the high council. The three rogues whimper, crawling backward into the dark as Tristan approaches me. His sharp blue eyes lock onto mine, filled with an intense, predatory curiosity that cuts straight through the rain.

He wouldn’t act as if he’s into me when he has a boyfriend, right? “Wait, are you Tristan?" The young guy asked with bright eyes. How does he know my name? I reluctantly nod my head to answer his question. “Oh my god, now I understand why Ryan is so obsessed with you.” He moves towards me as he looks at me from head to toe and circles me. I feel a bit uncomfortable with his eyes on me as I stay rigid in my position. “You are so beautiful. No wonder you caught the attention of someone as unhinged as Ryan.”

*CORA* Tristan walked up to me and glanced at me. Without saying anything,he suddenly drank the wine in his glass in one gulp. Confused,I asked."Are you showing me how good you can drink?" I was still mad at him for forcing me here.I was going to have so much fun with Dylan. Tristan didn't show any other expression on his face as if he was used to my cold attitude now. "My wife, do you know how important your image is?This is the image of the Godoy group."After that,he slung me a look of disgust.

~Elijah~ I should’ve met with Rory’s parents before I started dating her. I’ve seen them from a distance yet felt and saw nothing out of the ordinary. After Rory moved to Salvatore Hills, Tauri must have cloaked himself as Loren Grayson, but the spy… it’s another question I couldn’t put out of my head. How did I not feel his essence or his energy? There were only a few individuals powerful enough to hide from me, and most of them lived inside the castle, never setting foot in the human world.

“Oh, I get it. You’re still pissed about what I did to guitar boy.” Roshan’s head tilted sharply, curiosity flickering across his bright blue eyes. “Guitar boy? You mean that Alpha’s son who’s always trailing after Rose?” “Tristan,” Arman supplied flatly, his deep voice carrying a note of disapproval. “That’s his name.” His gaze snapped toward Shirin, narrowing. “What did you do to him?”

“Yeah, right. You're still my best friend alpha or not. Prioritize your safety over your pride.” Rylan scooped water from the bathtub and splashed it on Tristan who ducked. Then Tristan smiled. “You know, for a moment, I thought you were busy with one of the maids,” he said in a suggestive tone. Rylan's eyebrows shot up, obviously not amused. “What? No way! I just lost my Luna. I have no intention of sleeping around.” “Oh please,” Tristan laughed and waved his hand as though dismissing the notion. “Save me the honorable speech. I know too much about you. You'll need someone to keep you warm eventually.”

Still, trust wasn’t something she could afford to give freely—not anymore. “Who are you? And why should I tell you anything?” A faint smile tugged at the corners of the man’s lips. He raised his hands in mock surrender. “Smart. That’s good. You can’t trust anyone these days. My name is Tristan, alpha of the Killian Tribe. You may not remember, but we visited your home many times when your father, Guido, was still alive.” Killian… The name stirred something in her memory, though it remained frustratingly vague. “So, you’re a rogue.”

She thought about how Brother Mask turned out to be Alex, how she had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and how Alex had sucked out the venom for her… She felt her body becoming hot all over. Inside, she thought, ‘You’ve already done all those things to me. If this were the ancient times, I could only repay you with my body, right?’ Then, someone turned to Beatrice and asked, “Beatrice, aren’t you the leader of Zendaya’s fan club? Do you have any insider information? Where exactly did this Tristan guy come from?” Beatrice nodded her head. “I know a little. I heard that Tristan is from the Coleman family in Missouri, and he’s known as the genius of the royal families. He has top-notch martial

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."

“Mmh, Tristin; '' Mr. Brown called in an amused tone; ''you don't mean what you just said now, do you?” Her creased her brows; did he think she was joking or what? ''I'm very serious, his name is Tylor and I have pictures of us together if you think I'm lying to you.” Mr. Brown smiled; “Mmm…Tylor … what a nice name, what does he do? '' ''He is a director and an actor and he works with many companies in the country '' “Oh, interesting, and what do his parents do?” It was when he asked that question that she realized what he was driving at; her heartbeat increased;