I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

“Tomorrow’s the press conference at school. I’ve never been terrified of anything more in my life.” I rested my head on his shoulder again, and his warm arms came up around me. “I’m pretty terrified myself.” My phone rang. So did Zane’s. We looked at each other and shrugged before Zane answered his and put it on speaker. “Travis?” he asked. “The initial results from the autopsy are in. I’m sorry, Zane, but Scott was poisoned.”

he asked, worried. "l'm fine. Just a few bruises but I'lII survive". she answered. She was startled when one of the monitors switched on. Then she saw Travis and Scott on the monitor. "What the hell were you thinking?!". Travis immediately scolded her the moment he saw her on the monitor. "You could have killed yourself!". he added. "But I didn't die, did I?". she answered. "I'm okay so you can calm down now". she added. "And what if you did?". he shouted at her.

I said and there was a long pause at the other end. “... I am really sorry about all that happened. I…” “I will call for you when I feel better. I am tired and over the edge now. Just let me be,” he said calmly. Nothing about his tone was abrasive. “Alright. Take your time…” “Thanks for saving me once again,” he lingered silently on the phone before hanging up. I didn't save you this time, Travis Scott did, I thought as I walked back into the crowd.

he said tenderly, "I never stopped worrying about your safety. Now that you're finally back, I can finally breathe again." The crowd erupted with cheers, urging me to say yes. Everyone thought I'd burst into tears and nod in acceptance, because Scott had been the man I adored for eight years. But they all forgot. Three years ago, when the rebel forces surrounded the entire Red Cross team, it was Scott who shoved me forward to take the bullet, just to protect his patient, Piper Ellison. I was captured and dragged into the abyss of a rebel prison while Scott took my passport and returned home with Piper. They carried on with their lives as if nothing had happened.

Though he still has a little bit of toughness in him, it can't be compared with before. Fate surely has had a lot of things in stock for him without him realizing. Untill he started bonding with Madonna and slowly, she saw through his facade and somehow made him feel it wouldn't hurt letting a little of his guard down. Savannah who have been out with Travis Scott- Oliver's friend- since early in the morning could be seen slowly creeping into the mansion, her hand holding tightly unto Travis; her aim been to sneak him in without Oliver's knowledge. Else, she really fears what might happen. Unlike Scott who feels hiding the fact that he's in a relationship with his friend's younger sister shou

"I survived and that is really all that matters in the end." "What about your mom?" Since Travis hadn't mentioned her the entire time I had known him, I knew that chances of her still being part of this world were slim. I also knew that I may have been being insenstive to even ask about her. However, I couldn't stop the question. "She died of illness when I was 9." Travis responded.

I managed to get out. “That’s not possible. No one knows how to do that.” Travis said. “Then how do you explain that I’m still alive? We need to find her. She can help us.” I said. Travis waited until we were over back into our territory before he sat me down beside a tree and he walked over and grabbed a pair of shorts out of a hollowed out tree. “Dante. Even if this girl did save you she has to come to Alpha Kyle’s pack.” Travis said.

The legal team rejected everything. One file reached my desk only because Professor Shaw asked whether I wanted to see it. It was a recovery trust Dante had attempted to open for me, large enough to cover my medical care, tuition, and living expenses for years. Attached to it was a recording. I did not play it. “Return it,” I said. Professor Shaw nodded.

They have always pretended to get along, but deep down I know they both matter. -Kya?- I ask- Are you okay? Where are you? -Scott is alive. It is the only thing that answers.

I said, “There's nothing fake blood and a bullet proof vest cannot fix. He's alive and well.” “Massimo Scavo, you are under arrest for your involvement in human and child trafficking.” And as the lead police officer read my uncle's rights, I left the scene rushing to the jeep packed beyond. My heart thudded faster and it was such a surreal moment for me because I don't remember the last time I was in this position. I was so excited to see Iris again and have her green eyes light up at the sight of me and the fact that she is completely free. I want to hold her, spin her around and I want to kiss her.