I Survived Travis Scott Novels & Stories

Come alone. "How does she know where we are?" Trina asked. "Maybe she's tracking my phone." "Then turn it off." "Not yet." He texted back. Why should I trust you? The response came immediately. Because I have James. Real James. Alive. Proof attached. A photo appeared. James sitting in a chair. Holding a newspaper. Today's date clearly visible. He looked healthy. Unharmed. Victor and Marcus both wanted him dead, Sarah's text continued. I saved him. Took him from Marcus three days ago. He's safe with me.

Time for the final pieces of truth now. “Julian wasn’t an asshole when he pulled Scottie off you to save your life. And he wasn’t an asshole when he saved me from the piece of shit, too.” My eyes must have been so cold. “Enjoy your time with Trisha. I’ll be upstairs with the man who saved me from the true sicko around here. I hope Scottie burns in hell.” I stepped forward. I was ready. “Wait, what?” she asked. “What’s this got to do with Scottie?”

When the call ended, I stood there for a long time, the silence pressing down on me. They hadn’t meant to hurt Tristan. They’d meant to hurt me. And now he was lying in a hospital bed because of it. A notification blinked across my phone screen before I could stop it. Breaking: SCARLETT VALE SPEAKS OUT — “My Heart Breaks for Them Both.” The sight of her name made my stomach twist, but I tapped anyway. The video opened. Scarlett stood outside her mansion, perfectly dressed in white, one manicured hand clutching Cassian’s arm. Reporters crowded around her, microphones angled toward her trembling lip.

"I have a place. Upstate. Off the grid. We leave at dawn." Hours until dawn. No one sleeping. I checked my phone. The interview had ten million views now. Trending globally. But also death threats in the comments. Covenant sympathizers. People who thought I was lying. Trolls and true believers mixing together. "Don't read those," Marcus said. "How did this become my life?" He sat beside me. "You chose to fight. This is what fighting looks like." "People almost died tonight. Sienna's pregnant. What if…" "But they didn't. We survived. We keep surviving."

After killing my poor daughter, they are happy with theirs now and Scott. He deceived me, he betrayed me and watched me get humiliated by his father. He made me believe he was on my side only to find him at the altar with Michelle. I moped my lips together and forced back my tears. I didn't come back to New York to cry. I came here to get my revenge and the Davis family are right where I want them to be. Just to satisfy the excited fans I took off my shades. I was laughing hysterically to a fan's comment when the hall suddenly became quiet and I turned to look only to find Scott on his feet with his eyes glued on me.

I watched them. I saw their faces. Their hope. Their gratitude. I had done it. I had saved everyone. The world was free. The virus was gone. The cycle was broken. I collapsed. I was tired. Exhausted. But I was alive. Adrian knelt beside me. "Scarlett." "I'm okay." "You're not okay." "I'm alive." "That's all that matters." I nodded. I looked at the cured survivors. At the healed infected. At the world we had saved.

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.

Right after I had my uterine scraping procedure, Ian called. "Construction on Tina's new home officially starts today. I'm going over to keep an eye on things, so don't wait for me for dinner. "You're on your period today. Don't wander around outside for too long. Go home and get some rest." I touched my flat stomach and couldn't speak for a long time. All this time, Ian and Tina had been the design firm's poster children. One was a specialist in hard finishes, while the other was a prodigy in soft furnishings. Even our marital home had been designed by the two of them working together. But every time we discussed the plans, Ian would pull out another set of blueprints he had painstaki

"She didn't see me. Instead, she joined my mom on the couch and started chatting," I revealed. "That's when I realized that the trafficker who kidnapped me was actually my mom's friend. My kidnapping was something she allowed." The moment I dropped the truth, Naomi shot to her feet. "That's bullshit! Do you think you can just make things up to win people over? You're still a murderer!" She turned to Kylie. "Captain Larson, don't believe a word this piece of trash says!"

It looks like a vodka and cran. Daniel rolls his eyes, turning the conversation to something about a party for his grandmother. How did I get her? What did I do that caused my parents to become abusive? Where did I go wrong in my life to have everything turn upside down, just to have someone come in and save me. It might sound clique and basic but he really did save me. Daniel Rielly Green saved me from my parents and myself. I can honestly say, I may not have been alive without him. I regret each and every terrible thought that crossed my mind, but since I met Daniel, I’ve been happy. I never went back in my room after being hurt with the intention to hurt myself more or thoughts of ending