Tristan Winters Novels & Stories

--♪I wanna slow dance, if you're feeling me now If we don't hold hands, you'd be killing me now I need a romance, one chance I just wanna know if you'd slow dance.♪-- Tristan's POV. Turning on my heels with my hands now stuffed into my pockets, I backtracked towards where my car was parked. Kids were running around left and right, kids who shouldn't be doing a thing outside the safe compound of their various homes, kids who could get kidnapped very easily. Some guys huddled around a small stall located a few feet from the compound Snow had disappeared into. They were smoking something and crackling stupid jokes, directly beside them stood a table containing betting materials with more young

She just didn't have any other choice. Tristan left and had been gone for several days. Crista thought that he should be very happy with Miss Yu now. She returned to the small room arranged for her in the entertainment club. There was no heating inside, only a small bed and thin quilt. Under the dim light, she finally shrank in a corner. Meanwhile, Tristan found himself sitting on the sofa in William's office. They had been in stalemate for half an hour and neither wanted to break the silence. Seeing that his cup of coffee had turned cold, Tristan stood up and said, " Mr. Ding, you didn't ask me here just for a coffee, right?

“Let’s see how bright it burns when darkness truly comes for it…” Lyra clenched Rylan’s arm, the bond screaming in her veins. They were running out of time, running out of options, and yet… the fire between them refused to die. And in the shadows, the true threat awaited—closer than anyone realized. The Winter Wraith, sensing the bond, had already begun its relentless hunt, and its next strike would test their love, their power, and their survival like never before.

However, he never showed himself, leaving me with no chance to vent my frustration. This absurd routine continued until the Snowcrest New Year. It was the grandest festival on the Snowcrest Plateau. To my surprise, John did not show up. By the time the sun was setting, I overheard people talking. Another avalanche had struck the Skyspire Mountains. My eyelid twitched. A moment later, the neighbor’s daughter spotted me and asked in surprise, “Dr. Summer, isn’t that handsome guy with you? He went to get you a gift, didn’t he?”

I hesitated, then peeked inside. Tristan sat behind a large oak desk in what looked like his study, sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing strong forearms. Papers and a laptop glowed under the lamp, but he wasn’t working. He stared out the window, a glass of whiskey in his hand. Those broad shoulders looked tense, like he carried the weight of the whole night too. “Couldn’t sleep either?” I asked softly from the doorway. He turned, and his gray eyes darkened the moment they landed on me. “Scarlett.” His voice was rough, like he’d been thinking about me. “Come in. You look… damn, you look good in my shirt.”

She said while he nodded drawing circles on her back while she sat there making scenarios about the trip. "We won't come back till we get to see them." She said in a low voice with a determined stare making him smile. "Promise?" She asked looking at him with hopeful eyes. "We'll see them for sure." He said but she whined. "No you promise me, we won't return till we see them." She asked making him sigh. He knows if he promises than no matter how long it takes them to see those mesmerizing northern lights- his wife will not budge from there.

I'm going to rip his head clear off–’ The bedchamber door opened, and Tristan stopped in the doorway. He stood in a pair of jeans and a t- shirt that looked out of place on him. "How was your nap?" he asked, shutting the door behind her. "Peachy," Jane said. He chuckled and sat on the end of the bed. "Are you hungry?" ‘For blood’, her wolf mumbled. Jane cringed, almost vomiting on the words. "For your company."

he whispers out his breath fanning my face I open my mouth to speak but nothing comes out, I'm lost in his eyes, I take in his face and his lips are calling to me, I bite mine involuntarily. "You're driving me crazy Red" he breathes out looking into my eyes "and I know you're scared, what you're scared of is what I can't fathom but guess what? I'm scared too Red" he says making me look at him in shock,the all mighty Tristan, aka New York's most eligible bachelor and Playboy is scared

ALPHA TRISTAN "Aren't you?" She began to tick points off on her fingers with clinical precision. "First, you arrogantly lured Rune here against the counsel of your betters. Then, you had the 'brilliant' idea to live-stream your triumph, only for every wolf with a smartphone to watch the 'Alpha Conqueror' turn you into a human punching bag. And now? Now you find out your three-year crusade was based on a lie. You’re a laughing stock on social media, Tristan. You’re spiraling into irrelevance."

Granted she didn’t know about his status, but he did, and he could have done something before it got messier. Tristan squared his shoulders and started moving towards her. Why didn’t Krista tell her that Tristan was listening to them?! Jane had her back turned towards him so she could not have seen him. It made her face red as he did not say anything. She maintained a poker face as he stood a few inches in front of her. As the bar was not fully lit, she could only rely on the light that spilt through a small window. It was enough to emphasise one half of his face, bright as a day, showcasing the sharp cut of his cheekbones, the clear dark of his eyes. His dark brown hair was causally swept o