Tryst Novels & Stories

The threat was spoken quietly, meant for me alone. Yet every wolf in the courtyard heard the promise beneath it. I didn’t answer. Instead, my gaze dropped to Tricia. She met my eyes without fear. There was no hesitation in her expression. No panic. Only a quiet intensity that surprised me. The bond between us hummed, alive with something powerful and ancient. A storm moved beneath her skin, something neither of us fully understood yet. Tristan noticed the silence. He smiled. Then he did something that twisted my stomach. He brought out a syringe filled with dark liquid.

I can't help but fidget under the intense scrutiny, racking my brain for an explanation. I clear my throat. "He thinks Luke is interested in more than just friendship with me." Her expression never falters. "Do you think that's true?" "Maybe." I add hastily, "But nothing has ever happened between us. We're just friends." With a shake of her head, laughter gurgles up from her throat. "Come on, Cassidy! How would it make you feel if your new boyfriend was hanging around with another girl who you knew liked him? A friend," she uses air quotes around the word, "who is patiently waiting in the wings for your relationship with Cole to fall apart."

he said. No, Don, you need to tell me who the fuck this lady is." I show him a picture of the lady that confronted me in school the day before. "Oh errrrm...Kim.....she is just a friend," he stutters. "Friend,” I repeat, “are you sure?” "Yeah.....but...we had sex a couple of times, but trust me, it meant nothing.” "Trust you? Are you kidding me, Don?” "I swear, Nala, it was- it-”

Blank. "Am I?" Tristan shook his hair, exhaling roughly. I could hear a tilt of shakiness in the exhale. "Dylan, don't do this. You're upset right now, but let's not try to make something that it wasn't." I snapped. "Right." My voice was barely above a whisper. Done. Exhausted. "Just friends with benefits, right?" Tristan paused, his jaw clenched, his balled fist turning whiter. "That's not—"

Aiden countered, moving closer, but Tristan backed away even further, creating more space between them. "We're taking things too fast," Tristan said. The flash of hurt in Aiden's eyes made his chest tighten, but he knew he had to speak his mind. "What do you mean, 'too fast'?" Aiden asked, his voice trembling slightly. "You don't even know what I dream about every night when I go to bed." Tristan closed his eyes and exhaled sharply before meeting Aiden's gaze again. "I really want to make love to you, to make you scream my name, but—"

[Tristan: I want a different one each day. I started typing “keep dreaming” but paused. Was there any point in a thing coy? He’d fucked me yesterday, talked me through fingering myself at night, and I’d send him a picture of me in one of the lingerie sets he bought. I’d laid all my cards in front of him and at this point, I was only waiting for the consequences. I hid my smile behind my monitor as I typed. [Me: you only bought five pairs] [Tristan: True]

“You know, if you spent half as much energy flirting with me as you do memorizing formulas, you’d be irresistible by default.” Tristain shot her a sideways glance, smirking. “I am irresistible. You just happen to be blinded by love to notice it.” “Oh, is that what we’re calling this?” Nyla laughed, swatting his arm playfully. “Blind love, huh? I’ll take it. But don’t think I won’t notice if someone else tries to test it.” Tristain raised an eyebrow. “Test it?”

Tristan asked as he brought his hands to my face he caressed my cheek with a finger before he alid hia finger down to my jaw where he held it up. "Is it written there how I should love you?" He was being very funny, I slapped his hsbdcsesy from my face. I coukd feel his eyes on me they were as like stones cemented to the wall and no matter how hard one tries to pry it out, it was impossible. "There is no way out of this, Lyra." He said, "and if you feel that you cannot live without them, you can bring them as well as you make your presence known".

Tristan was patient throughout the trip and he mapped every part of Yasmine’s body to memory. He began trailing kisses all over Yasmine's body until the woman could never hold on the wet expertise that had taken over her body and soul. This bout ended up just like before. With one last kiss on Yasmine’s delicious cat, Tristan drank the virgin waters that gushed forth. “AHHHHHHHHHH!” Yasmine convulsed unflappably on the bed but it was curious to see that Tristan’s mouth never left its tight and snug lock on the quavering sheathe that spilled out quite a copious amount of honeyed liquid.

That's Olivia Cristine De Vera's effect. And no. He will never fall in love with one of them. NEVER EVER. *** OLIVIA is starting to get annoyed with her current fling on the dance floor because of his hand movements toward the delicate parts of her body. Chris is already getting beyond her limits, and she doesn't like it. Yes, she may be liberated, but it doesn't mean she permits any stranger to get into her and touch her everywhere in her body.