Tryst Novels & Stories

“You know my assistant just called you Ed?” “Ed?” “Yeah. . .shocking. I didn’t know you two were that close. Are you banging her?” Edward laughed. “Will you fire her if I say yes?” Tristan smirked. “Now why would I do that? She’s getting some. From the ladies man. As long as it keeps her active,” he winked at his friend who jokingly gritted his teeth. Tristan took off his suit jacket and tossed it to the brown sofa in his huge office before settling in his chair across from Edward.

I said timidly. "Actually you do have," I furrowed my eyebrows as I couldn't understand what he meant by that. I don't know what he is expecting me to do. "W-what?" "Kiss me" he uttered nonchalantly. "Wh-what?" I gaped at him in outright perplexity. What does he mean by 'kiss me'? His limp wrapped around my waist as our trunks pressed against each other. "Just a kiss. What happened today will remain forever between us," His breath touched my ear and I trembled.

She looked up at him with teary eyes, “This is too much Gavin, too much” Gavin Hasters smiled, “Nothing is too much for you Leily-bear, I mean, I do not mean to be too forward or anything and I know we are just starting to know each other on a personal level but you have made me happy in the little time that i have known you than I have been with any other person. You are perfect baby and I would like to express that everyday if you would let me”

She pressed her fingers to both corners of his lips, lifting them into a smile, giving him a bright smile that worked as his eyes shine with a slight nod. She unwrapped the candy thrusting into her mouth before speaking “my name is Trisha” His eyes roam around in search of something that could help him tell her name and they shone when they fell on some small stones. He grabbed them before writing his name on ground while she was curiously staring at what he was doing. He pointed at his name on the ground.

Henni said, “Look, you explained it to me last night. I think I read the in-between the lines on how they work. Though god knows I don’t understand it, I do see it. I think as long as you don’t hide anything from the light, our friendship won’t suffer. I just won’t be willingly spending any time with them. I really don’t like them.” “Neither will I.” he laughed at the statement. “Actually, I don’t foresee spending much time with them now that I know I am the next in their sights to snare. It would only get worse if I was there in front of them. I might like a little pain every now and then but not willing to deal with their claws.” “Like you are a prized animal.” She said with a smile. “I c

she nags him. He growls. "Those were my homies! You met this girl two seconds ago and you're dragging her to our anniversary? Wow!" I'm a little hurt that Tray doesn't like me. I liked him, you know. I tried to like him, that is. I tried to like him because Zara is madly in love with him and I like her but it's clear that Tray doesn't like me. And honestly, I sort of feel the same way just that I don't show it for the sake of Zara.

Looking him straight in the eyes I dip my fingers between my legs as I arched my back, the headache I felt was gone after taking the medicine, the only thing inside me was a mission to accomplish, he thought he could just play me. He was looking at me with fire in his eyes, dipping my fingers further inside my sweet spot, with my eyes still on him, I took my fingers out and put it inside my mouth, moaning at the taste. He still didn't move, he stood like he was caught in a trance, I looked down to his member and I could see it jerk, wanting to come closer to me, but that moron was just standing there.

And now, there was nothing left for him to cling to. A pang of guilt tugged faintly at me. For the briefest second, I almost pitied him. But the wolf in me growled low and possessive, drowning out the sympathy. Rose was mine. My mate. And I wasn’t sharing her with anyone. “I… I can’t do this,” Tristan’s voice cracked, his fists clenching at his sides as though he was trying to keep himself from collapsing. His words were a confession and surrender all in one. Then, without another glance, he spun on his heel and stormed off, weaving through the crowd, leaving a trail of confusion behind him.

Through this connection, waves of reassurance and desire flow down the mental link they share, soothing Tritan's nerves and encouraging him to surrender to the depths of passion. As their lips meld in a passionate embrace, Tritan's hesitations dissolve, replaced by a growing hunger for the shared desires that bind them. The kiss deepens, becoming an ocean of sensations that swirl and collide, carrying them both into a realm where their bodies intertwine and their souls entwine.

Tristan tried to explain. My eyes held his eyes, “What is the case then?” “Do you know what it means to take a mistress?” Tristan took a step closer but still left a small gap between us as his eyes didn’t break contact with mine. I shook my head as my eyes still locked with his, “Taking a mistress means you are done with your wife and that mistress is the one you truly love.” “What do you know about mistresses!” I scoffed and broke eye contact. “What do I know? Can’t you see you are a love child?” A smirk played on Tristan’s face.