I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

Travis" ""Sir, we're currently at a hospital. Your wife was attacked" I raised a brow and scoffed. "Attacked? "A sniper tried to take her out" "Is she alive?. "Yes, a stranger saved her and got shot instead but he's alive and being treated" I don't know why I felt a little relief. "Take care of the bills then" With that I cut the call, started the engine and drove off. I had wanted to meet up with someone else but then I couldn't help but feel uneasy. Was she really okay?

Complete silence. "How..." She stopped, tried again. "...how did he survive?" Monica said. Her voice was shaking so badly, she could barely get the words out. Nobody had an answer. I felt something inside me snap—not explosively, quietly, coldly. My bloodlust rolled through the room, the lights overhead flickered as everyone instinctively stepped back. I didn't even realize I'd released it. "He is an Alpha. Son of a pack leader," My voice barely sounded like my own. "And yet here he is. Laid up in a hospital, in our pack, with wounds consistent with torture." My body trembled from uncontrollable rage.

"Please, just hear me out. We're talking about reaching millions of women. About changing laws. About" "I said I'm not interested. I did that already. The interviews. The press conferences. All of it. I'm done being public about my trauma." "This would be different. This would be" "The answer is no. Thank you for thinking of me. Goodbye." I hung up. Rebecca was in my office. She'd heard the whole thing. "That was the Survivor's Network," she said. "Yeah." "They're huge. Legitimate. They do real work." "I know."

the security guard spat. I ignored my throbbing knees and the fury raging within me. "Where's my son? Where's Will?" I shouted at the top of my lungs. "Where are you hiding my son?" The teacher stood akimbo and looked down at me from the tip of his nose. He scoffed and asked, "Still going on about your so-called son, are you? We only have one student named William Lewis here." I felt as if I had been struck by lightning. How could that be?

One boy holding her hand. And scrawled at the bottom, in childlike handwriting: "We survived. That means something." My eyes filled with tears. Nicholas touched my stomach. "We're going to be okay." I believed him. Until my phone buzzed. It was One message with No sender. "Did you really think he was the worst of them?" Attached was a blurry photo of a man. Watching from the crowd outside the studio. Michael Anderson. Alive. Still watching. Still planning.

Aeron Miller was never special. When the System descended upon Earth and monsters brought civilization to its knees, he was nothing more than an ordinary survivor trying desperately to stay alive. For ten brutal years, Aeron watched humanity fall. Cities became ruins, friends became enemies, and powerful survivors fought over the few resources left. In the end, Aeron became one of the last humans alive—only to be betrayed and killed by the people he trusted. Then he opened his eyes. Seven days before the apocalypse. Seven days before the System awakens. Seven days before the world he knows disappears. Aeron has returned with everything he learned from his first life.

On Valentine’s Day, I received a package with postage due. Inside the box was nothing but a rusted copper coin and a single sheet of paper. The handwriting was unmistakably my late wife’s. 'Hold this coin. Come at midnight. Pay one year of your life.' I assumed it was some kind of prank and casually tossed the coin onto the coffee table. But suddenly, the copper coin flipped over by itself. I didn’t know what came over me, but then, I clenched the coin in my hand and went back to the intersection where my wife had died. At exactly midnight, the coin burned hot against my palm. Then it started to shake. Through the heavy rain, the familiar white sedan appeared out of thin air. My wi

I yanked it back. Tammy frowned, her voice weirdly soft. "It was an accident, okay? Blame me if it helps. Let's just move on. You're fine now—why keep dragging this out?" Fine? I almost died. Tammy gets a scratch, and suddenly it's a whole crisis. I stared straight at Steven. "We're getting divorced. And I'm finding out if Tammy tried to kill me. If I made it out alive, whoever wanted me dead won't."

I left just one word as a note: Scott. Three years ago, Trevor worked himself into the ICU with a stomach hemorrhage after pulling endless all-nighters to prepare for our engagement party. I'd cried outside his hospital room for hours. That was also the day I blocked Jordan Scott, the man who had always loved me and was willing to leave his status for me. Back then, I thought that if Trevor could risk his life for me, how could I ever betray him? Now it all felt like a ridiculous joke. I stared at the black profile picture for a long time.

"No. I have those photos in my office on my desk and look at them every day. For the past eight years I have wanted to come see you after your parents told me you rejected Elstan but I got held up in school and then everything started just going downhill for us both." "I was sad when you didn't come to my eighteenth birthday. I could of used your support." He sighed. "I know and I promise Kay I will not miss another birthday or major event in your life. I'll never abandon you or treat you the way he did." I felt tears sting my eyes so I looked away. "I know Dominic. I know and so does Zariah and I trust her judgement." "Who's Zariah?" I almost laughed realizing I had never told him my wolfs