I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

He inched closer to me again. "I know Kay, there was never a day I doubted your love for me. I was just too wrapped up in my own bullshit. You deserved so much better. I want you to kill me though Kay. I know you would rather not but honestly it would be a lot more merciful than whatever the elders are planning to do to me should I surrender." I nodded. "I understand, but I don't know if I can do it. I don't think I'm strong enough." My voice began to tremble and the tears slowly turned into sobs.

I knew the name, he was one of Travis Scott’s best friends. “Uhm, no I can’t, she’d really kill me,” she said. “I’ll find out another way,” I said to her. “Do it,” she said to me almost pleadingly.

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.

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.

Hearing him call me that made Zariah stir and made me melt inside a little. I had done it. I had escaped my ass hole rejected mate and found my second chance mate. I still had a lot to do but I had Amelia, Kyle, Dominic and Emron to help me. I didn't know what would happen but I wasn't completely worried about it and neither was Zariah. I would rescue my pack though from Elstan, I owed them that much. I just hoped it wouldn't be too late. END BOOK ONE

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.”

Travis's voice trembled with disbelief, his brow furrowed with grief. "See, Travis? I told you! She faked her death—this was all a setup! And you got so sick over this vindictive woman!" After I "died," Travis had fallen into a deep depression, becoming seriously ill. The story had gone viral, with photos of Travis looking frail in his hospital bed. His eyes hollow, whispering, "I don't want anyone else, just Sarah. I'd trade my life for hers. I'd do anything if she could just be alive again."