Sal X Travis Novels & Stories

Apologize to him right now, or I'm not saving your son next month too! I subtly pressed the button to record the call and asked calmly, "So in your heart, our son is worth less than Mark's dog?!" "Mark raised that dog!" Susan shot back without hesitation. "It means everything to him! Don't even try to make an issue with our son!" I promptly hung up on her and sent the video to my mentor. Everyone knew that Susan could speak to save a life, but they had no idea that I was the opposite. I was born with jinx speech, able to twist even good fortune into disaster.

He called softly. "What are you doing here?" She asked tersely, folding her arms under her chest. "I've been trying to reach you but my calls keep going to voicemail. I went over to your place but when I couldn't find you...well, I figured that you’d be here…so...here I'm" He finished a bit awkwardly, flashing her one of his breathtaking smiles but her face remained hard and unsmiling. When he noticed that she wasn't the least impressed and was still obviously mad at him, he began to sweat and fret. "...huh... Sarah... I..." He stuttered. “I…really want to apologize about yesterday. I am sorry about what you saw but I know that we can still fix things and make it work… I give you my word tha

A moment from now, I will cut your throat. As he said this, Travis let out a hearty chuckle. Travis would have been dead a long time ago without knowing Salvetti from birth. He was a damn good soldier, which was the only reason he was still alive. In addition, his constant probing brought out Salvetto's greatest (and worst) qualities. I don't think she'd be into that. Travis stated, indicating the bed where Lanaya had started to stir. Her body straightened, and she sat up. "W-what?"

And we agreed to forget that night ever happened at all. “He is…very handsome, Bry,” Sarah said. “I’m so jealous!” “Don’t be,” I said. “We’re not dating, nor will we ever date!” “So does that mean he’s…free?” “For you?” I asked. When she didn’t answer, I said, “No. Don’t even think about it. He may look like the epitome of grace…but Travis Cross is…a devil in angel’s skin. He’ll break your heart.” “Really? He looked like he’d go to hell and back for you,” she protested.

I sighed while leaning my head on my knees, I don't know what's in my fate but I'm already hating it. I hate the way it's leading on. Even after trying so hard, I still can't forget that day. I was so excited for the trip that I didn't expected it would turned my life into a nightmare. One trip and I lost everything. Every single thing in my life. My friends. My trust. My sanity. My dignity. My respect. My virginity. What I got in return? Betrayal. Pain. Hatred. Insecurity. Trust issues. Nightmare.

A devious grin spread across his face as he dialed Rowan's number, giving him the needed instruction for the next phase. "No. Non te lo permetterò, cazzo. You cannot have this. Ask for anything else but that!" Massimo growled, anger flashing across his features as he turned his hateful glare to me. "What..." Salvatore began, his confusion drowned out by surprise as my men made their presence known amongst the guests, their suit clad forms disarming each and every one of the guards gathered efficiently. Guests screamed, ducking for cover as they were herded into one area as planned.

Trevor grimaced and scrunched up his face before pouring himself another drink. He wrapped a gauze which was in his gym shorts and wrapped it around his bloodied hand before grasping the wine glass and gulping down what he had poured. His head reeled and he sat on the stool in front of the bar, staring at nothing. "What can't I stop the urge for blood? Why the hell am I different?! I am a fucking monster!" He snatched the glass from the counter and flung it across the room. The glass shattered and Trevor covered his ears with his hand, then let out a toe-curling scream.

I focus a bit more and notice that one of the wolves is Sylas; he has to be fighting Laslo. Sylas is a huge gray wolf, bigger than Laslo’s white wolf. Laslo’s wolf is swiping at Sylas, and his claws connect here and there. Sylas twists his body and kicks Laslo’s wolf, sending it flying into a tree. Laslo’s wolf lays at the base of the tree, sprawled out. Sylas marches to the tree base and hovers over Laslo’s wolf, snarling and biting. His jaw reaches over and grabs at the white wolf’s neck.

“Oh this pack is in for it.” “If she’s a Guardian.” “Do you think she really is?” “The ghosts know who you are?” Tessa asks, walking up and looking around. “They’re not ghosts,” Meadow says, smirking at me. “My name is Meadow Cross. My sister Maeve is married to Xander Holstin. Do you know who I am.” Another round of gasps. “She’s the witchy witch.” “My cousin has some witchy lights.” “Do you think she’d make us some?”

"Max, Luka this is Blair. Blair, this is my friend Maxim, and Luka, they're in...private security and they had agreed to help me out with your case. So, you will need to give them your full name and complete story if we want this to work." She nodded and sit next to Ian, then Luka straightens his glasses and starts to unpack his backpack. Max started talking to Ian, while Blair was nervous about the whole situation. "... my name is Olivia Blair Wright, I killed, shot my husband Benjamin Turner..." She started her words, she looked pale Ian had thought. He took her hand and feel the cold palm matching her nervous expression. "Blair, you're among friends. Relax, okay?" Ian said rubbing her knu