Hazbin Hotel Travis Novels & Stories

I chase her until I can't find her anymore. Shit! I lost her. We all change back as we wear the extra clothes we brought. "She's hurt," Carson shouts as holds Vivian in his hands. I go closer to them. "Sorry, Carson," I say quietly. "I tell you talking is stupid,” he shouts. "It isn't, Jason, and it wasn't. I'm sorry about Vivian," I say. "I'm fine, guys," she says. This brings a smile to my face. "Thanks, guys," I say as I leap back to my room.

Tristan came back home drunk, that's the way he has been since he came back and can't find Jasmine. He can't live his life without her, he simply can't do that. He has searched for her everywhere but she's nowhere to be found and he has no idea what to do about it. "Mr Zachary, please comport yourself." Davis said, he was called by the clubhouse that his boss has made a fool of himself. He had to go pick him up there. The disappearance of Mrs Zachary is something he's not able to get over and they just pray that he doesn't destroy himself.

"In order to keep things between us hidden from them. Don't worry, later I will tell them but just not right now so, have a little patience. We will get there eventually. When the time is right, they will be driven to crawl on their knees in desperation to get you back." She had no idea what was going through his mind, but she did know one thing—he had bad intentions not only for her but for the entire De Vera clan. "You're terrible!" she hissed at him angrily. "I am. You don't have to keep reminding me about that." Seconds later, Hayden answered the call that Greg initiated and started to speak from the line. "Hello? Olivia? Why did you call? Do you need something?" "Hades..." she spoke wea

Even if a Hunter queen stood in front of him, he would not give a damn about her. Nobody understood that he had strong dominant tendencies buried beneath his dark attitude and blue eyes. Josh was truly concerned for him when he said, "Fine, if you do not care about such things, then do not go to the press conference; you will have your heat cycle and suffer." He had concern in his voice. "Do you not know me? Has my heat cycle ever needed to be handled? Or do I require a woman to satiate my thirst, unlike you?" Travis scoffed at his worries.

To avoid being the topic of gossip, I could only use disposable items every time I went to my girlfriend, Erica Livingston's, house. She made me use disposable slippers in her house, and disposable utensils when we had our meals. Even when I stayed the night, she prepared disposable sheets for me. "If someone saw any of your things at my house, I wouldn't know how to explain it," she would tell me every time. "I'll get you everything you deserve once we go public." I waited three years for that to happen, and I had to enter her house every time as if I was a guest. This continued until one day, when she held a birthday party for her assistant, Ryan Strobe, at her house. When I opened the

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.

Just like the old times, sometimes I miss these killings, the way blood feels hot on your face, their cries of agony "It's just marvelous " ••••• Ava nods her head " You mean Alex brainwash me " They both nod their head "Damon is the man I love and hope to marry" They nod their head again but the weird guy, what's he called Travis, yes that's his name. He looked somehow pissed off at how I said I love Damon. Does he not like him? I thought they were all friends. I decided to just ignore my crazy thoughts "So he brought me to this magic world, and I am human, Sebastian is a wizard then who is Damon, and who are you, or better still what are you " I said pointing at Travis. I don't feel comfor

Nothing mattered anymore. “Please miss, we need to...” I sighed, and with a hoarse voice I answered their questions. “The guy that killed my husband, is his son, Tristan Trevino. He has had a history of violent tendencies, and he has even committed several other crimes. That is all I know.” I stated, and they thanked me for my co-operation. They offered to drive me to the hospital, and I heard that Zayn had been in critical condition. He most likely was not going to make it, and I felt like a piece of me was dying along with him. After everything we had been through... was it just going to end like this?

Higgins replied, as he made reference to the underlying poverty that wreaked from the depiction of Travis' 'relative'. “My father... isn’t important." Travis impeded the thread of Higgins’ narrative, taking a breath, as well as a well deserved chuckle, then continued. "You can forget he ever existed, the same way you’re trying to forget your family ever did.” Travis spoke down on him, with a surprisingly erry smile etched unto his expression. “Why you… Gree!!!” Higgins drew out his fang and a partial lycan features, called out an attack stance and almost fully turned on Travis as a result of his statement.

Travis mumbled to himself. About fifteen minutes later, Travis padded down the stairs of the cabin, dressed in sweatpants and a comfortable T-shirt. "I ordered dinner from the hotel while we waited." Felix said. "That's fine, thank you." Travis replied. "Welcome back, how was your trip?" Alex asked. Alex Warner was Travis's personal assistant who had grown close to him and Felix and had become like a close friend to them. "Why did you let Felix come pick me up? I have only gotten an earful of complaint since I landed." Travis said with a grin.