I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

I have to accept the fact that sooner or later, it will be the end of my life now. “Alpha Sebastian is dead, but Travis is still alive. Our lives will be in danger if he's still alive. We have to do something to stop him, Trish. There's something we should do. We will never allow them from whatever they planned against me.” I was gritting my teeth when I mentioned those words with Trisha. My wolf was listening to me. I know she was also thinking of something that could help us escape here. “What if let's try it again, Be?”

“I hate how much I care. I hate that the thought of you leaving with him makes me want to burn everything down.” We stood there in the shadows, bodies close, breaths mingling. No sex. Just some vulnerable moments. His fingers traced my jaw, almost gentle. For a moment, I had some hope, maybe this time he would admit it. Maybe he would say he wanted me to stay. Then Victoria’s voice cut through the garage like a knife. “Mr. Travis.” She stepped out from behind a pillar, thankfully we were not in an intimate position. “That defense of Scott at the event was… very personal. Everyone noticed. The board. The investors. It doesn’t look good.”

That was his version of agreeing with them. Something inside me cracked. "Stop it." All three of them looked up. "Stop treating me like I'm made of glass. I'm pregnant, not dying. I have been kidnapped, beaten, chased, shot at, and nearly killed more times than I can count. I survived Travis. I survived Lana. I survived Vance's people. I survived everything that has been thrown at me since this started and I did it while standing right next to all of you." Nobody answered.

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

I stood in the dark, taking it all in. I died and will not return. "Couldn't help but join me?" Scott called as I faced him. "I couldn't handle losing Katherine," I said as Scott gripped my hand. "Had to screw with fate again," Scott smirked as I thought of Van. "If it were up to me, I'd still be alive and well with those I care about. I left a wonderful man alone "I said. "Did you see my girlfriend?" Scott asked.

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.

He clutched his head as tears poured down his face. In my last life, I'd risked everything to save him and shattered my leg. He'd been disgusted by me. Convinced I'd trapped him with a debt he never wanted. This time, he finally got his wish. He stayed with Rainee. And she used him as a human shield, costing him both legs. The irony was almost funny. Like I was his last hope, Tristan suddenly turned to me. He reached out with a blood-and-dirt-covered hand. "Kayla... please. Save me. I know I screwed up. I know. I should've listened to you. I never should've believed that bitch Rainee. Please forgive me."

I checked the time and dragged my not fully healed body over there. By the time I arrived, the reporters had already filled the venue, and the place was packed. Through the crowd, I immediately spotted Quintus and Vanessa. Quintus stood beside her wheelchair, looking at her with tender concern, while Vanessa had dressed herself to appear more gravely injured than she actually was. They held hands, playing the role of a devoted couple perfectly. A reporter turned to Vanessa and asked, "Who do you want to thank the most for surviving this disaster?" Vanessa gave a weak but radiant smile. "I want to thank the doctors who saved my life. Without them, my baby and I wouldn't be here today."

Mr Scott said. "Okay," Mrs Scott said and turned on the TV in their bedroom. "A news serious as hurricane Katrina catastrophe has just hit our nation. Mr Jeremy Scott, who is the identical twin brother of Mr Andrews Scott is not dead as we were made to believe. Thirty years ago, a man died in a tragic accident due to a malfunction of a vehicle and the body was identified as Mr Jeremy Scott. It turns out that news is false and Mr Jeremy Scott is still alive. Stay tuned for more details on this story," announced the reporter.

When the Program told me I could return, I felt no joy. Only emptiness. The next time I opened my eyes, I was staring at a white hospital ceiling. Machines beeped beside me, and my throat burned as if I had been asleep for years. A nurse saw me wake and rushed over. “You’re safe,” she said. “You were caught in a dockside explosion. Sophia Lane didn’t survive.” My fingers tightened against the sheet. Sophia was dead. Before I could speak, the nurse added, “There was another survivor. A young man named Luca. He woke up this morning.”