Hazbin Hotel Travis Novels & Stories

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.

Tris was evidently worried for his bestfriend. “Yeah, she is totally fine, Tris. Look, I will call you back, okay?” he pressed the end button on his phone. Tristan shrugged his shoulders, not thinking much about this. Because his brother is like this, he would shut out people for ages if he wanted to, so the younger sibling didn’t think much about it. Azazel sauntered to the doctor’s office, “Mr. Black,” the doctor greeted him, “have a seat,” he pointed for Azazel to sit

Naturally, he didn't want her to get pestered by other men. "I'll call you once I've reached my hotel room." "Okay." After Travis left the apartment, he spotted Hades right away. Hades stood there as though he was a statue. There was even a thin layer of snow coating his form. Upon noticing Travis, Hades let out a cold chuckle. "How does it feel to be a human shield, Mr. Silva?" Joy flickered in Travis' eyes at that moment. "Mr. Florentine, jealousy is an ugly look on you."

Travis didn’t move. He stood in the middle of the hallway, his face hardening into a mask of cold indifference. He didn't reach for his collar to hide the mark. Instead, he straightened his spine, looking directly at Caspian’s trembling hand on his holster. "Caspian," Travis said, his voice flat and devoid of emotion. "Go back to your post. This doesn't concern you." "Doesn't concern me?" Caspian’s voice cracked, a mixture of rage and betrayal. He took a predatory step forward. "That’s my sister’s room! And that’s the Luna standing right there! What the hell were you doing in there for hours, Alpha?"

he promised weakly, but his enthusiasm and satisfaction were obvious. "Huh? Are you okay?" I asked him and touched his neck and head. He's so hot! He just looked at me and smiled sweetly at me. Who is Travis? I'm not Travis, I'm Tristan. I just didn't pay attention to that maybe he was just hallucinating because of his high fever. He was about to close his eyes but I stopped him. "W-Wait you have to change yourself, first! You're wet, don't go to sleep yet," I promised him but he just shook his head.

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.

Brown explained. "Tsk, that brat," Damian muttered, picturing the doctor's smug smile at not having to join them. 'Hey, why are we even bringing up Doctor Harris? We're just going on vacation. Hopefully this turns out to be a honeymoon disguised as a trip-playing, sightseeing, maybe buying a few souvenirs. But seriously... where are we going?' Livia was at war with her own thoughts, trying to guess what that impossible-to-read man wanted. "What if she gets hurt later?"

I hate that type. “No, thanks,” I say curtly. He ignores me completely. His gaze moves past me. To the back seat. To her. Evelessa shifts, murmuring in her sleep. His jaw clenches. His eyes flicker—gold, then darker, then back to human. Oh, hell no. “Who are you?” I demand. He looks at me then. Slowly. Like I’m an annoying fly buzzing near his ear. “Cassain.” Emmanuel chokes. “The hockey god?!”