Aphmau Travis Novels & Stories

“I….. I…..” Travis grabbed my hand and he dragged me very close to the door so I could hear Ava’s piercing scream, “Can’t you see what you have caused?! Can’t you hear that? Ava is in pain because of you. You should pray to the Almighty to keep Ava and her child safe.” I wasn’t surprised by the switch-up, Ava and Travis grew up together. They may act like they hate each other but I know they still consider themselves best friends. “I’m sorry,” I apologized, that was the only thing I could say, “I’m sorry.”

But because of that, I had lost every single chance to stop the engagement party. I felt so fucking pathetic. “If you’re here to see if I’m okay, you can leave now. I’m fine as you can see. You can go back to tell your uncle that.” I said, turning my back against him as I rolled to the other side of the bed. “I know you probably don’t want to hear this right now but, I’ll say it anyway. Travis is scared. He won’t admit it but he’s scared. Last year…he lost someone. Someone he cared deeply for.”

The ride back to the next safe house was suffocating. The flash drive in my grip felt like it could burn a hole through my palm. Thiago sat beside me, his head leaning against the window, his breath shallow from the pain of his injuries. Raven was focused on the road ahead, her shoulders stiff, her usual calm replaced with a tension I hadn’t seen before. Helena’s parting words echoed in my mind, relentless and haunting. Someone I trusted. Someone close. The seed of doubt she had planted felt like a poison, spreading with each passing second.

Nicole and Seth took turns going around and hugging all of their friends and saying their goodbyes since they were heading off to the airport to go to Hawaii for their honeymoon before they start their new life in Madrid together. "Asher bro, you've been the best friend I could've asked for all these years. You literally don't get how much help you've been and now, I don't want to get all sappy and shit but really bro, I trust you with running the company back here because right now we're getting to two headquarters but who knows where this will take off. Thank you for everything man, I seriously love you like a brother." Seth said seriously before him and Asher hugged. "Macy, you're a beaut

"I have a farmhouse five hours' drive away from here. You have to hide there until the matter is settled." "But-" I began to protest but James cut me off. "Trust me, Jasmin, it's for the best," I nodded my head. He was right. We have no other option. "I heard what happened to Sasha," My heartache at the mention of Sasha "I know you were close to her,". He added. I know he immediately regrets bringing her up as his voice dropped at the end of the statement. "Ya, we were," I gave him a short answer. I wasn't really comfortable talking about her. She is still a fresh wound for me, but I guess he didn't get my message.

I opened my eyes to Liam sitting beside my lying body on bed and he was playing with my hair before he ran his hand up and down my back. "Morning." He mumbled, bending down to give me a forehead kiss and I smiled. "Morning." "How are you feeling?" He asked, brushing my hair away from my face and his finger traced my chin. "A lot better." I guessed and he nodded. Liam then drew a big sigh, his hand never left me as he continued to speak, "Travis called." Alright. "Apparently, one of the guys caught a flu and he was admitted to the hospital yesterday afternoon." He informed.

After all, the Moon Goddess created them and it's quite saddening that some chose the bad side. He winced in pain and looked at the bite wound on his shoulder. He grabbed his shirt and went to Paulo's clinic. While walking, he saw Kamila wandering around the park. Kamila's smile widened when she saw Travis but it instantly faded when she saw the deep wound on his shoulder. "What happened to you?" she asked while panicking. Travis chuckled. "Just had a little fight with a rogue. Why are you here, by the way?" he asked. Kamila followed him closely behind while staring at his wound.

My mind races, searching for an escape, a way to deflect the question. I force a smile, trying to appear normal, but my lips tremble. I glance around the table, hoping someone will change the subject, but all eyes are on me. My mother's gaze is filled with concern and warning; a caution that I control myself. My father's gaze is filled with curiosity, my brother’s with a knowing look, and Leah's with confusion. I try to speak, but my voice is trapped in my throat. The truth is too painful, too shameful. I'm trapped in a living nightmare, married to a monster who hurts me every chance he gets. I'm a prisoner in my own life.

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

They looked confused and terrified as the two black SUVs drifted onto the main square, stopping right in front of the village elder’s house. Travis stepped out. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, stained with the blood of the guards he had killed at the border. He looked like a man who had nothing left to lose. A young BloodMoon warrior, barely twenty years old, tried to stand in his way, pointing a shaking spear at Travis’s chest. "Stop! You’re trespassing on Alpha Raul’s land!" the boy shouted. Travis didn't even slow his pace. He swiped the spear aside with one hand and grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt. He leaned in, his scent so