I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

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.

I swallowed, my throat tightening. "I punish myself." Travis stiffened beside me. "I work until I collapse. Until my body gives out. Until I can’t feel anything else but exhaustion, because it’s the only way I know how to deal with it." A single tear slid down my cheek. "Because I survived, and they didn’t. Because I wasn’t supposed to make it, but I did. And every year, I don’t know how to live with that." Travis shifted. And before I could even process what was happening, I was in his lap, my face pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped around me like steel bands.

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.

SEIRRA'S POINT OF VIEW I am a survivor. That’s what I keep telling myself every single morning I wake up, look into the mirror, and force my reflection to meet my gaze. My reflection doesn’t always believe me. Some days, the woman staring back at me looks tired, fractured, and weighed down by memories she has no business carrying anymore. But I am Sierra Morgan. I survived Logan Hart. I survived Liam Foster. And if life thinks it can throw more at me—I’ll survive that too.

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

My extensive experience with marketing and campaigns has apparently been invaluable and I’ve landed a contract that allows me to earn while travelling with Scott to set up the charity. Scott had arranged a leaving do for us, to my surprise he’d not only invited our family and friends, but also Pavan, Laura, Ellie, Shelly and Heidi, all of which I haven’t seen since before the night Scott saved me. They were unsure how to reach out after so many failed attempts and the distance just grew. I break down when I see them and apologise until I’m blue in the face. I’m surprised they came, I literally just disappeared from their lives. And now, it’s like that time apart never happened. I remember th