Romans & histoires Hazbin Hotel Travis

Chris smiled and said, “Don’t worry. With me here, he doesn’t have any other option but to scram.” “Hehehehehe… And here I was wondering who it was. So it’s just Iris’s lover. You’re really amazing, Iris. I’ve only dumped you for two days, but you’ve found another wild man. You’re even more amazing than a public bus.” Relying on the fact that he had a lot of bodyguards, Travis recollected himself after that brief shock. “Brat, I’m the young master of Century Herb Pharmaceuticals, Travis Jensen. If you have some sense in you, beat it. Otherwise, I’ll show you trouble.”

Why did Zain have to be off on one of his nerd things? "Right. I am so sorry, man. I'll email the stuff to you. She's clean. Well, I don't know her medical history, but otherwise, nothing hinky going on there. Unless it's in the bedroom. You think-" Travis rattled off the plate number. Normally he wouldn't care what shit came out of Gavin's mouth, but this time it mattered. Without even looking at Bliss he was aware of her tense posture, the way she'd sat up straighter, smoothed her clothes down.

"Well then she's going to hate the present I got for you." "Why? What did you get?" I demanded. "I'm back," Haven announced. "Did you boys have a good talk?" "I think so," Trevor smiled. "I'm getting used to this new Tristian. I still remember the one who wreaked havoc everywhere he went." "Oh he's still doing that." Haven giggled. "Oh really? So how many buildings has he burned down so far?" I widened my eyes. What the actual fuck is wrong with him?! "Um, what?" Haven asked.

The male stripper had been trying to flirt with me all night, and I had tried all means to get away from him. “How did you find me?” I asked Travis during breakfast that morning. He had rented a room for us in the same hotel where I had my bachelorette party. “Don’t you know me well by now?” he asked. “Travis knows everything!” I teased. He reached out for my hand. “I was just making sure nothing bad would happen to you.” “With a bunch of silly girls?” “Well, there was a man, wasn’t there?” “Yeah. But I’m sure he’s harmless.”

Tritsan questioned while tilting his head and waited for her to answer. "He's literally a bad boy of our school, with all those tattoos on his body and he once went to detention for smoking in halls. He used to be every day topic to gossip about and was a bad boy till he met Amanda." Hazel said as she now a little bit scared of Tristan's presence. "Caught him" Tristan mumbled under his breath with a smirk decorating his lips which is kind of evil. Tristan just left the place leaving the Hazel dumbfounded.

But of course, due to my curiosity I still answered the call and the moment that I placed the phone on my ears and heard the voice of the person on the other line, I cannot help but to freeze on my position and at the same time be curious on how the hell were they able to figure out my new number? “[Hello Shin? This is Travis, how are you?]” that is what Travis said - Travis is one of the individual who have been beaten up by my so-called father’s goons. Luckily he is already okay and that his hands were alright. He is the group’s cook and it would be a drag if something would happen to that hands of his.

I assured him. As we stepped out into the hallway, P let out an exaggerated sigh. “Ugh! Travis is so hot,” she muttered, loud enough for everyone to hear. I glanced toward the end of the corridor, and there he was — Travis, leaning casually against the wall, already changed into something different from the barbecue outfit. His stance was relaxed, but there was that familiar intensity in his eyes. P’s voice grew louder. “I swear, Travis is like a magnet. I just wanna—”

I replied. “Come here,” Travis said, giving me a warm hug. “Tell Zoey that I am sorry for not keeping my promise,” I said to Travis. “No worries. Just don’t die,” Travis whispered then loosened his hold on me. “Take care of her grandma,” he said to Helen and after another glimpse at me he entered the car with Morgan and they both drove off.

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.”

Then I added a sweep of fresh mascara to my lashes. Travis chatted about the weather as he drove. He made me forget about my day, and I even laughed at his raw sense of humor. In the twenty minutes it took to get there, I had finished the glass of wine. After pulling into the carport, Travis touched his commlink. “We have arrived,” I heard him say. “It’s the Drake Hotel.” I stated the obvious.