John Travolta Confused Gif Novels & Stories

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

He argued with himself for several more minutes before the silence stretched out to an uncomfortable outburst. The footages were tampered with. They were missing clips from three days to the gender reveal party and on deal day. "Fuck shit up.." He muttered, his mouth curling in amusement. "Fuck shit up!" Alarmed, his right hand man, Bullet, moved closer to him. "Chief?"

Travis clenched his fists and lowered his head: "Mr. Grey." "Let's begin." Carl ignored him, showing everyone that Travis meant nothing to him. Travis sat down humiliated, his pen digging into the paper. Then his phone lit up with trending news. A cold smile played across his face - this wasn't over...

A loud growl sounded as a blur of a human zoomed past and tackled the crazy masochist to the ground. Gasping I took in the sight trying to comprehend what had just happened. "Travis?" I snapped as I realized the blur had been none other than my English teacher and mate Travis. "Aren't you supposed to be teaching class?" Looking up Travis narrowed his eyes while he held the crazy man on the ground. "What the hell is going on here?" He demanded placing a hand around the guys throat. "Why are you touching my mate?"

CHAPTER 37 [ A Second Round] ~SOPHIE~ The blank expression on Travis’ face could easily deceive anyone into thinking he didn’t know what I was talking about. He must have practiced that look a lot to the point of perfection. For a man who has always been straightforward, he sure was taking the coward way out of this one. The joke is on him if he thinks I’m going to let him wiggle out of it that easily. “What are you talking about?” His voice held genuine confusion.

SAD FLUTE ACCURACY: 0%]. The response from the Audience was instantaneous. A wave of psychic laughter, like a billion surprised snorts, rippled through the narrative layer. Our viewer count on the react stream spiked. On screen, Zorval’s segment cut to a flashback—a dramatization of our first meeting. He had me tripping over a celestial root and falling into Jeff’s arms, while a choir of astral children hummed. “Oh, come ON!” I yelled, laughing despite myself. “I did not trip! He was blocking the hatchway with a faulty grav-spanner! I told him to move!”