I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

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."

And the deeper we dug, the more filth we uncovered. It was like living in a nightmare where every truth felt more horrific than the last. But eventually… we rose from it. Now Ivy is the CEO of Noir Elixir. She fought for that position with everything she had. She clawed her way through boardrooms and courtrooms, silencing the doubters and proving her worth. And while the world was watching her transformation, Scott’s life was falling apart. Scott is in jail for attempted murder. He shot Alfred. He didn’t just aim to hurt him— he meant to end his life. He nearly killed the one man who had shown me nothing but unwavering love. The one man who held me when I broke, who stood beside me through s

Someone finally couldn't handle the sight anymore and stumbled aside to throw up, while another broke into panicked, helpless sobs. My hands trembled slightly, and my face was deathly pale. I was one of the calmer ones, but there was no denying that I was just a high school student. It all started yesterday, during our class trip. The bus plunged over a cliff, and we woke up to find ourselves here. A system appeared before us. It told us we were dead and that clearing this game, The Tyrant's Atonement, was our only way back. It was a game where we could choose our roles.

She hesitated. "Someone got into my car." His jaw tightened. "I know." "You knew?" "Jason saw the signs." She looked at him for several long seconds. Then quietly asked, "How much aren't you telling me?" Damien opened his mouth. Then closed it again. Too much. Far too much. Before either of them could speak again, Noah's call came through. Damien answered immediately. "I found another survivor," Noah said. Damien's expression changed. "What?" "Not a name."

Scott sobbed as he held on tight and thanked God he was here. Complete shock as we watched our best friend alive not dead. I am so thankful he is alive that it feels unreal. Alexis, my sweet kitten has not stopped crying since he ran into her arms. Both just hugged and cried. Today was sure as fuck crazy but a happy day. Hopefully her stepdad and that whore goes away for life. Everything was on video so it should be easy enough. Scott sniffles as he hugs Alexis tighter. iend or her stepdad. Both were to be sentenced soon and she said she didn't want to go.

I sat back down on my seat and responded calmly, "All of you should trust Mr. Kingsley's judgement and Nerina's luck." Nerina jumped up excitedly, waving at the camera beneath the stage. "Everyone in the livestream, look! Ms. Carlisle supports me, too! Get ready. We're about to witness a miracle!" She grabbed a handful of scratch-off tickets from the sack and spread them across the table. "Alistair, come up here and scratch them with me!" Alistair rose from his seat and strode onto the stage. Then, he stroked her head dotingly. "Alright, I'll witness this miracle with you."

I stared at the blank screen, then dropped the phone on the chair. As I switched through channels on the television, I eventually decided to watch the news. “On the six o’ clock news, we have information that Mr Lucas Irving survived the car crash, and is in not just a stable, but great condition. We haven't been able to get more information but-” I switched off the television, and walked away. Well, now that Lucas was safe, it meant I could go all ahead with my plan. I walked into my room, taking a break.

He was trembling, intensely trembling. But, just in time when Chuck was about to dial 911 on the keyboard of the screen of his phone, Travis, who could not barely even move a nerve, suddenly pumped out an airy one word that made Chuck questioned what he was about to do. “Don’t!” Travis Exposito shouted. “Just, just think about yourselves. You can not be here in the same place as me. It would only make the situation worse. You have to scatter yourselves. You have to act as if we are not together. As if we don’t know where is each and every one of us. We have to establish our own alibis. It has to be varying. I should only be the one left here. And that poor kid. We should only be the ones lef

The damage, or the miracle, was already done. Each question was another knife, slicing from every angle. But underneath the panic, something darker and steadier pulsed: They’re listening. For the first time in my life, they’re truly listening to me. I let the chaos rage until it frayed at its own edges. Then I leaned toward the mic, my voice cutting through the storm. “You wanted a scandal. You wanted dirt to bury me with. But here’s the truth you’ll never print: I didn’t come here to destroy the Carters. I came here to survive them. And maybe that’s why they couldn’t look away.”