Tryst Novels & Stories

“Freya, do you remember what I said would happen if the ball inside my brain got bigger?” “That you would have to go live with God.” I look at my friend, as my belly begins to hurt more and my tears start to come. “No, Astrid. Please don’t go.” She wraps me in a hug. “I know this is hard, but God says it’s almost time. I did what I was put on Earth to do. I was meant to meet you and be best friends with you. You’ll make a new best friend, but you will also always remember me. When I go to live with God, I’m going to ask him to make me a red cardinal bird. So, whenever you see one, know it’s me looking in on you. You are the sweetest, and kindest person I have ever got to meet, you

Rhett The familiar scent of pine and earthy dampness greets me as I cross into Forest Trails territory. Home. Though that word feels hollow now, more obligation than comfort. Like everything else in my life lately, it’s complicated by duty and expectations I never asked for. Tracy will be waiting at the clubhouse, neutral territory for what promises to be anything but a neutral conversation. We agreed to meet here rather than the dungeon where we usually play. This isn't about scene negotiation or pleasure; this is about ending something that should have been simple but never really was.

Instead, he grieved for everything I had endured. And naturally, we came together. Being with him was effortless. We shared the same values, spoke the same language of thought and heart. We respected each other. We lifted each other up. This—this was what love was supposed to be. Sunlight streamed through the café's glass windows, casting a soft glow over us. Adrian smiled and asked, "What are you thinking about? You spaced out." I turned to him, lacing my fingers with his. Looking into his clear, steady eyes, I said, "I was thinking… how lucky I am to have met you."

"Stability. Clarity. A future that doesn't require me to sleep with one eye open." "Stability is just another word for boring," Tristan whispered, his hand slowing as it reached the edge of my hip. He leaned in, his face inches from mine, his dark eyes searching for a crack in my armor. "You don't love him. I can see it in the way you flinch when he gets too close. You’re playing a part, and it’s exhausting you."

“ Next time, don’t touch anyone carelessly. You don’t know, maybe someone already owned them. “ He said seriously then looked at me deeply. I moved my head in order to break his stare. His words made the butterflies in my stomach gone wild. I know that he was saying it generally, but why does my heart want to take it, as if there was something between us? Yes, we already fvcked! But was that even considered as a hidden affection? No. That was just purely lust and his eagerness to have a child. “ Noted sir… “ Tristan answered obediently and bowed his head. I think this is the first time that Tristan got into trouble, and it’s because of me. He was always been a man with pride and gentleness.

My heart—my soul—remained tethered to the man who’d called me prostitute in front of the entire pack. On the third night after the ceremony, Ric walked into the room, sat beside me on the bed, his hand roaming over my thighs. Needy, hungry. “I miss you virelle, i miss the days you use to kiss me softly like i only matter to you, i wanna feel that again,”

“And I still don’t really know what it means to ride the Tristan train. You have to teach me, Big Daddy.” Tristan yanks open the red door and pulls me inside, closing us in. “I don’t know if you’re saying this stuff because you know you’ll be well paid or if you really mean it,” he says, backing me against the door. His mouth on top of mine as he reaches down, roughly cupping my sex through my panties. Groping me. Massaging. “Either way, it makes my cock hard, doesn’t it?” “I mean it. Everything,” I moan, breaking off on a gasp when Tristan’s middle finger tugs aside the crotch of my underwear and enters me, pumping in and out of the dampness.

Now my own mom want's me to have a one night stand with a total stranger, I just hate this woman. ****** Is it 402 or 403 fuck my battery is flat how will I know the lodge she sent, well let me go for 403 it sounds familiar, I opened the room staggeredly, nervous and shivered the room is damn dark. A hand held me from behind. "Good day sir" I said shaking. "what do you want?" I could smell the heavy alcohol. I'm short on words. " sir I love you " I said reluctantly. " get lost" fuck how am I gonna do this.

lyra twitched her lips: "Isn't that so? Since that night when we talked it out, every time you see me, you have that mocking expression. Is there anything I haven't expressed clearly?" ? Tristan was silent. After a while, he gritted his teeth and said, "What kind of look is that? When they treat you like that and you laugh, it's fine, but when I treat you like that it's a mocking expression?" So he thought his attempt at friendly smiles these past few days looked mocking to her? Tristan felt embarrassed and angry for a moment, and left. Lyra stayed behind, completely confused. Everything was fine, why did he suddenly mention Black Tail and the others?

he added as Maddy stepped forward with a frown on her face. “Hi, Maddison.” He smiled at her with a short wave. “Tristan.” Maddy scowled but I could tell it wasn’t real. From their interaction I could see there was more to their friendship than I knew and the realization sent a cold curl of unease through my stomach. What if there was more to them? Had they… had they shared the same bed… I looked away already feeling something cold wrapping its claws around my heart. “Maddy, can you give me a moment?” Tristan asked. “I need to speak to Kyra… alone.”