Tristan Winters Novels & Stories

Celeste was inside, doing one final sweep of the apartment. The air was brisk and quiet, filled only with the faint rustle of winter wind threading through the city streets. There was a stillness in it. Like the city knew they were leaving. Cedric and the rest of the Winters family would take a different route, gathering the few remaining wolves that had followed them from the old territory. They would return home the long way, giving the others space to settle in and prepare. Victoria hoisted a bag into the trunk when she heard the sound of boots approaching behind her.

During the police's chaotic sweep, I slipped through the passage to an alley behind the warehouse, where I changed into a plain T-shirt and jeans from my bag, pulling a cap low over my face. A beat-up sedan waited in the shadows. The window rolled down, revealing Wallace Pearson's weathered face. He used to be my mother's trusted driver, retiring after her death. I had contacted him right after my rebirth. "Miss, everything's ready," he whispered, his voice thick with emotion. As the car left the city, I glanced back at the distant Winters Mansion, shrouded in twilight. From this moment, Eira Winters ceased to exist. Only an adversary, determined to reclaim her mother's legacy, remained.

James wrapped up the conversation within four minutes, genuinely I almost felt bad about it. He moved away, Ethan stayed. We stood at the window for a moment, his hand still there, the party continuing behind us and he said nothing, which was very Ethan, and I said nothing, which was me choosing not to make it something it didn't need to be made yet. "How's the auction?" I said. "I bought a weekend in Tuscany I don't need." "Lily would like Tuscany." He looked at me then, "Yes," he said. "She would."

"But the Wynn family background is just too powerful, and Mr. Wynn doesn’t budge an inch. What’s your next step, Mr. Vaughn?" Tristian chuckled. "Didn’t I say to keep sending flowers?" The subordinate, thoroughly confused, could only nod and step back. A while later, the plane jolted gently as it landed safely. When the cabin door opened, the damp, chilly air of Highridge rushed in. Tristian took a deep breath and muttered to himself, "Winter’s coming, but nothing beats Highridge." … The next day, Dolly went with me to get my stitches removed. Trey came too.

I knees wobbled under the water at the sight of his salt and pepper chest hair, the round slab of his stomach. The painful outline of his thick, huge, veiny cock. Each time the water molded his swim trunks to his lap, the enormous ridge in between his thighs made my belly so ticklish, I turned so red, Eric had to carry me out of the water, thinking I was having a sunburn. Tristan Hemsworth is forty-six, a single-father widow. I'm nineteen. I've been silently, passionately, madly in love with him since I was roughly, thirteen.

Tristan The night air was crisp as I stepped out of the SUV, the gravel crunching beneath my boots. I surveyed the quaint pack house nestled amongst the rolling hills and forests of this rural territory. It was a humble dwelling compared to the opulence I was accustomed to, but adequate enough for a small pack like this. My gaze drifted over the assembled members, taking in their nervous excitement. I recognised the Alpha, Ewan Hartwood, by his salt and pepper beard and steady brown eyes. He inclined his head respectfully as I approached.

It is a trading company. Today I have the Winter. co and several affiliated companies all over the country. Several properties and factories, hotels, and stores. And the best part is no one can find out it’s me who owns them. The companies are owned by Kian and Alex Winter, but because they are minors I am their Guardian, but there is no trace of me when anyone looking into the company. I am simply an employee from the outside. My most trusted employees and my lawyers know of course how it is.

"Calista, I was wrong. Please forgive me." I looked at him with bloodshot eyes. "The moment you caused the death of my child, everything between us ended. I never want to see you again. Get out." Security dragged him away. Rowan supported me as we walked back into the office building. Six months later, after spending so much time together, Rowan confessed his feelings to me, and we gradually began dating. Later, with strong encouragement from my parents, we decided to hold our wedding by the sea. On the day of the ceremony, just as we were about to share a drink together, Ronan suddenly burst onto the stage, disheveled and wild-eyed.

"Hmm, this is hard...I'm gonna choose owl city and before you exit. You?" "The 1975, Twenty-one pilots and owl city." "Song?" I asked. He paused to think then said, "Fireflies by owl city." I nodded in agreement...Hmm, he has a taste. "Mine is, I see fire by Ed Sheeran, Kill em with kindness by Selena Gomez, I won't give up by Jason Mraz, yeah plenty." Then I think about another question. "What is your favorite season?" "Winter." He said. I smiled, "Copycat. Mine is winter also." I said.

“You can call me Gavril. Gavrill Hawthorne.” “Hawthorne? I thought Nolan's last name was Smith?” “He took his mom’s last name.” I nodded my head in realisation. I didn’t even know that. “My name is Winter. Winter Cooper.” He nodded. “You want some bread” he offered. I took the bread and bolted to my room to video-call my best friend, Sicily, to inform her about what had happened. My suitcase lay on my bed as I had begun to repack to go back home.