Tryst Novels & Stories

Amanda yelled, pointing at the door. Chinyere closed the room door and looked directly at Amanda, "I want answers." "I don't want to hear your voice," Amanda said. "Leave!" "Why are you doing this?" Chinyere asked, "we are supposed to be best friends. I trusted you. I thought I knew you." "You thought you knew me?" Amanda folded her arms and laughed sarcastically, "you don't know me. Even I know you more than you know yourself." "Why? Just why?" Chinyere asked. "I trusted you and this is what you do to me."

Xavier Sterling noticed absolutely everything. He had started watching her like a hawk. Every time she walked into a room, his dark, intense gaze locked onto her, tracking her every movement with a heavy, territorial frustration that made her skin burn. It had only made her more nervous, causing her to tuck her tail and retreat to the edge of the sofa or the far side of the bed. She knew she was driving him crazy, but she needed to hold on just a little bit longer. She needed everything to be perfect.

He saw the dissatisfaction in my eyes and opened his mouth to speak. “Shut up and kiss me,” I said, cutting him off. He grinned. Cynthia had other plans. I leaned in, compelled by her sultry command, but paused to look down as her hands unfastened the tight hold on my trouser. Further into my trouser, and over the elastic hold of the briefs, she grinned when she felt no more resistance. Her touch was light and electric as she left a wanting trail over my hardening dirk. “Sweetie, if you keep doing that,” I said, “I might be able to hold back.”

He stood dead-center in the office, fists locked, eyes burning, his entire body trembling with restraint. “Mine,” he growled. It was barely a whisper, but it echoed in my bones. I turned on my heel and ran. POV: Tristan It was agonizing. But I had to keep the beast on a leash. She wanted it, I saw the absolute surrender in her eyes, felt her hips grinding eagerly against my cock. She was practically begging for it. And I walked away. I fucking stopped.

“Standing here not knowing how we'll get through this test But holding unto faith You know that Nothing can catch You by surprise You got this figured out and You're watching us now But when it looks as if we can't win You wrap us in Your arm and step in And everything we need You supply You got this in control And now we know that You made a way They continued with Nara by Travis Greene and Tim Godfrey... Narakele Mo Nara nara e, Narakele Narakele Mo Nara nara e, Narakele

Above us, the unfinished nursery held a completed cradle and two people learning, in increments too small for formal record, how to become parents without first becoming monuments to their own damage. That night we lay skin to skin in the heat and let the child move between us until the movements slowed toward sleep. Tristan’s mouth found the claim mark, then the corner of my mouth, then the place on my stomach where a foot or elbow pressed hard enough to rise under the skin. He kissed it as if sealing a letter he intended to keep writing for years. “Still here,” he said. “Still here.” “Still ours.” “Still ours.” Outside, Blackridge held the summer dark without a blade in it.

"However, I may be willing to—come to some sort of an agreement." Nicole's attention peaked, looking at him again. She narrowed her eyes cautiously. "An agreement?" "Call it a truce, Palmer." Seth grinned faintly, peering down at her smaller figure. Nicole hesitated. Surely, this was not something she wanted to get herself stuck in. "What is it?" She had to at least know, seeing as it may be her only option. She needed some sort of peace, knowing Seth wouldn't forever hold this over her head. "What would this truce you speak of, entail, exactly?"

All except Yosef, who lingers in the doorway like he can’t make himself look away. “You too,” Tristan says. Quieter. Almost gentle. Yosef’s eyes flit to mine. In them, I see longing, rage, hurt, and understanding. He knows what this is. A goodbye fuck. A claiming before abandonment. I know Tristan will leave. I feel it. Then Yosef’s gone. The door bangs shut. And Tristan fucking destroys me. I cry, scream, and cum. I’m spent. My words slur. I surrender to his power.

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

he says with a cocky chuckle. Suppressing the urge to roll my eyes, I stare at him in disbelief. "Have you ever heard of the phrase mixing business and pleasure? And that it's bad?" Those full lips quirk up in a smile. "It's all pleasure to me." I swallow nervously at the way he is looking at me. You're seeing things. Tristan is a renowned flirt. He's just a friend. "So are you interested or not?" he says it so suggestively and my cheeks warm.