Hazbin Hotel Travis Novels & Stories

He then asked, which was so advance but still a good thing because sooner or later we would really going to ask about it too. Travis did not no longer entered the cottage anymore. He just tossed his bath robe to the wooden bench outside the cottage and then he revealed his inner garment. A clean white boxer shorts with strips of black in it. He was topless, and was not wearing anything other than the boxer short itself, except for the golden chain necklace that sparkled and glowed on his bare and brown skin. “Follow my lead. To those who do not have any extra clothes, I could give you some. There’s a lot of new and unused clothes in my walk-in closet that I could give to you if you want,” he

Closing her eyes, her body relaxed into his. Eventually, Travis sat up and allowed her to fall into his lap. She was laid out over the seat, sleeping peacefully. “Dude…” Travis said in the mind-link. “I know. We will figure it out.” Looking at him in the rear-view mirror, Travis looked stressed as fuck. How there were already bags under his eyes, I wasn’t sure, but he looked like hell. Grabbing my cell, I pulled up Damon’s message chain. Me: Travis found his mate. It isn’t good. Have the hosptial staff ready to check her over. There is a lot to unpack.

He had been devastated but he was thankful he had my sisters and me. I went to my room to lay down, but I couldn’t stop thinking about Matthew. He was so handsome, and I didn’t understand why he would refuse the mate bond for someone else. I knew that my father would take of the situation though and that we would end up together. Travis’ POV I approached the man whose thoughts I couldn’t read and tried to introduce myself. “I’m Travis.” I reached out a hand. “I’m not gay man.” He said in a deep voice.

“Some idiot must’ve grabbed the wrong tray. Don’t let it happen again. She doesn’t get treated like a person but like an animal that she is.” My blood turned cold. If they had taken that to the captain’s office, Kieran would’ve been exposed. The guards didn’t think twice though. They tossed the plate on the cart and kept moving. I exhaled so hard my ribs hurt. But then one of them stopped at the door. He sniffed the air. “What’s that smell?” The other sniffed too. “Like honey and rot.” My heart dropped to my feet. The first guard laughed. “She’s going into heat. Omega bitch.”

I mean water doesn't have taste and the power surely must add some kind of taste to it. I pinched my eyes together and took another deep breath, willing myself to stay calm. Relax Jasmin, no one will know. The bathroom door opened and Ivan appeared from the bathroom with only a towel wrapped around his waist. His body was a little wet, so were his locks. Ivan walked inside the closet and came out wearing low-hanging sweatpants. I swear to god this man has a problem with T-shirts. Ivan's gaze shifted in my direction. I was tense. 'Oh god does he know? What am I going to do now?' I wanted nothing more than the floor to split open and consume me instantly.

"I said I'm fine. It's not a big deal." For some reason, my gaze shifted to where Hunter stood, watching us, jaw clenched tight. I glanced back at Zahara. "I just want to get back to the hotel." "I'll help you." Hunter stepped forward. "You can't walk on your own. You're hurt. I doubt you can even stand." "I don't need you fucking help. And I can stand." "Stop being so goddamn stubborn, Travis. This isn't the time. You're hurt and_"

She said turning from Nikola to Theo and hugging him. Theo didn’t seem to be used to humans jumping to hug him. Torvi had only done it a handful of times but every time it still seemed to make him uneasy at first. I assumed it had something to do with her blood. He returned her hug quickly before clearing his throat. “We should get going.” He said before turning to the door. “Wait up.” I said skipping up to him. “What happened with Travis?” I whispered. “He’s been delt with.” He replied.

“Hot confident, or serial-killer confident?” I pinched the bridge of my nose. “Both.” The air shifted then, colder, and when I glanced up, Travis was there. Leaning in the mirror above the mantle, ghost-smirk on his face, cigarette dangling between his fingers. Smoke curled in lazy rings around a body that didn’t cast a shadow. “Sweetheart,” he drawled, “that’s not a red flag. That’s a whole parade. You should’ve at least milked him for free pancakes.”

By the way, at times like that and I let him ride a jet ski and whatnot, I was still worried. "Did you see that, Tita? I did great!" he said still coming back to me. I gave him his towel. "You should be more careful next time, Zach. You fell into the water." "Oh, it's nothing. I had fun. You join us next time, Tita Drey! It's fun!" I smiled at his enthusiasm. "Oh, where's my towel?" Kirk is now behind Zach. "Did you leave me a towel?" I said sarcastically.

Asher’s voice rang out as we both looked at the door to find him smirking there. I was shocked to find him there. “Hello love,” he said to me as he held me close to him. “Are you okay?” “Now you’re here, I am,” was all I could say. Travis was pissed as he cursed at us. “I hate the day I met you Zendaya. That day I thought you were going to be mine. I hate it. I hate you and I hope the both of you burn in hell.” “Goodbye Travis,” I said with Asher leading me out of the room as he screamed my name in pain.