John Travolta Confused Gif Novels & Stories

“You’re just kidding, aren’t you?” Travis remained serious and didn’t take his eyes off Tivor. His laugh was insulting, but he stopped himself to punch the man in the face. The smile on Tivor’s lips gradually faded when he saw that the person he was talking to was serious. He was stunned for a moment when he stared at the face of the person in front of him. Suddenly, an image entered his mind while clarifying to his imagination who Travis looked like. “My daughter is kind, so I will act for her. As a father, I will also do everything so that she can get what she wants to get.”

He glanced at his laptop and wanted to call Dahlia but he didn't. Travis decided not to tell her that he's going home because he want to surprise her. Travis smiled to himself, maybe that would make her happy. She loves surprises. But despite that, suddenly what happened earlier came to his mind. Fuck, did something happen to them? He remembered he just drank the juice and he lost his consciousness, suddenly he passed out. He didn't even know what happened. He was sure it's just nothing! He dismissed the thought from his mind. After he fixed his things, he left his condo. He didn't look at Emery's room and hurriedly boarded the elevator.

They went out of the gates, into their cars and disappeared into the distance like a hazy sea. Giovanni marched in and went straight to his bar, gulped down a glass of whisky and dropped the glass, clinking it against the table. His legs swayed left and right down the stool. His face carried a confused mass of expressions, like an old rubbish heap. Then, he stood up. Still buried in the control room like a mouse in a cheese, I didn't want to go out and silently prayed he wasn't going to call me – the prime suspect.

We're all remaining silent. "The next photo shows that there's a murderer, because of the knife and the blood besides her. Take a look on her hands. There's no blood, that blood was in her body." "I don't know where I will believe in. They make this thing so stupid." Wave said. "Realest." "But wait... Look at the photo, there's a shadow in here..." Ivan Bryan said while pointing to the photos with shadow. "It's not just one shadow... It's two, three." Loony added.

Valentina’s P.O.V “I don’t know how this is going to sound but I want you to come with me.” I watched his lips move and I blinked back at him in surprise, I didn’t just hear that, did I? “What?” I blurted in confusion and Travis sighed pinching the bridge of his nose in frustration, I was beyond confusion but one thing Travis didn’t know was, that I shouldn’t be seen anywhere around him, it was not safe for me.

Inside the penthouse Olivia whispered, “Sebastian…” Leo stared at the screen. The truck reached the final column. Then suddenly— The driver slammed the brakes. The vehicle stopped. Three seconds. Two. One. Nothing happened. The timer disappeared. Everyone froze. Daniel whispered, “Why didn’t it explode?” Leo zoomed the camera. The driver stepped out of the truck. Slowly. Calmly. Then he looked directly at the garage camera. And smiled. Inside the vault Marcus’s expression changed. “Wait.”

Finally, he turns around wearing a surprised expression, his face scrunching up just a little with hesitation as if he didn’t realize I was speaking to him. “Did you not hear me?” I ask, drawing closer to him. “Yeah, yeah. Sorry.” Travis speaks like he is unsure, swiping a hand over his thick beard that was nicely and neatly trimmed. The tattoos on his hands seemed to move with his movements. “What's up?” What's up? This is unlike Travis, so out of character for him yet I have to remember he isn't really Travis. “Is there something you need to tell me?” I push my initial thought to the side asking for what I had initially stayed back.

Travis says and I nod as he pulls an image of Frank meeting with George Livingstone. “He met with this guy,” Travis says, pulling the info on George, “two hours after the last call, and seems like they were arguing,” Travis says as he pulls a video showing them having a heated conversation. “That’s weird,” Jagger says, and I nod without saying a word. “Do we have anyone that can fucking read lips?” Jagger asks and Travis looks at him over his shoulder, shaking his head. “We don’t, but I know someone,” he says and Jagger nods.

- On a leash and with a muzzle! - Then you will have to portray a frog in a black tight-fitting suit next to you, just don't forget the whip! Travis squealed. “Don’t wake up dark fantasies in me. “I think they are bubbling in your imagination independently of me,” Sammy said angrily, and he shook his head. "I wouldn't say that... Okay, okay, that's it," Travis tried to dodge a slap on the shoulder. “Don’t distract the driver, otherwise we’ll go into a ditch.”

"You wanna rub the mug for luck?" "Fuck you," Jagger chuckled. * * * Travis' head hurt like a bitch, but Ashley, the club's doctor, had assured him the concussion wasn't bad, but it was going to be painful. He reached up and ran his hand over the buzz cut he now had and frowned. He'd never been one of the guys that cared to have long hair, but he'd liked to have enough that he could brush. This was just short of being bald, and he wasn't sure how he felt about it. At twenty-four, was it unusual to wonder if it would come back? Sighing, he went back to checking his bank of cameras. This was where he felt the best, in front of his electronics. It had been too long since he had sat here and don