Sally X Travis Novels & Stories

Celine flipped over the duvet and eyed Sally straddling her hips,Sally squinted her eyes before sitting fown “Yull be late for the graduation ceremony” Celine stated . Sally gulped eyeing the clock before she jumped from the bed and supersped into the bathroom yelling. “I missed the alarm again” She squeked. “No you didn't,you turned it off” Celine scoffed walking out. Sally quickly undressed and opened the shower while scrubbing her body ,she left the warm water flow through her body as she closed her eyes and trailed her fingers between her legs.

She deserved the world , she had such a pure heart and that stupid Tristan took advantage of her for years . “ Hi Sally Tracy ” “ You're the only one except my father who calls my first and middle name together. ” Sally said, rolling her eyes at Jim, the sleazy office accountant. He put his arm on her shoulder and she jerked it off with irritation “As if ! ” . “ One day you're going to come running to me darling , I'm sure of it ”. Sally picked her coffee and went out of the break room to her office on the top floor. She sipped her coffee enjoying the calm , scrolling through the comments on Alicia's page to answer any stupid keypad warrior that'll try to bring down her friend with negative

She left Luke arm and fell heavily on the couch. Luke squatted in front of her, he couldn't stop staring. His eyes traveled down her tiny waist in the ball gown.. "Get a grip on yourself" a tiny voice called in his heart and he stood and left her with a pure mind. (At TS mansion) Travis couldn't sleep at the middle of the night,he kept tossing on his bed. He thought she disappeared. Why then did she come back?.. Layla Salvador. That's the name of the woman he dreaded the most. He hated her the most yet he couldn't get over her.

Sally’s POV: Various scenes from my life played behind my eyes like a movie. Deep down I could hear an annoying persistent noise, but I couldn’t place where it was from. The air around me felt cold and had a strange smell in the air. What was it? My brain was too muddled to figure it out. The first scene was an office. I recognized it, the office of Mr Stanford, the owner of the dance trope I was a member of before I joined Unicorn. He smiled at me, his eyes leering and practically undressing me where I stood.

As Travis remained silent, she continued, “And since this is Mr. Sullivan’s club opening ceremony, I thought I could end the conversation as long as I answered what he wanted to know.” “Do you blame me for making that decision?“ Hailey’s smile slowly faded, looking helpless and annoyed. Travis noticed he couldn’t look her in the eye when she made that expression. Travis averted his eyes as he said, “Theodore’s fiancée is Lisa Bedelia, an actress.”

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling.

Didn’t know how to lie or keep things to herself. Sally said she was forever getting into trouble for her over opinionated views. She was something alright. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. She had this look about her. She was stunning and never really overplayed her looks. It was like she knew how good she looked and kept it simple… Kept it minimal… Didn’t overkill the look. He was intrigued… That was saying something, Tristan was hardly ever intrigued with the ladies. Rarely did he find something in a woman that was worth looking over. With Callie… He needed more.

[Addison] Sally didn't want to show me the way, but once I gave my command, backed by Ms. Olivia Grant, who stomped her feet and gave her best glare, she didn't have a choice. "This is a terrible idea," Sally rolled her shoulders right before grabbing a rifle from the rack and slinging it over her shoulders. "I'd rather wait for Charley or Mr. Grant, but you're right," she relents, pressing her hand against the wall. "If we don't leave soon, we'll be trapped."

different. Sally is waiting patiently by her car, her small frame dwarfed by the large SUV that must belong to Ashton. She cradles Gwyneth safely in her arms, her soft eyes filled with worry as she glances toward the vampire district. She isn’t dressed for a fight, but wearing a blue sundress and flip-flops? I try not to laugh. This girl has no sense of fashion, but I find that kind of cute. “Sally,” I call out as I approach her. She jumps at my voice, but a small smile spreads across her face when she sees me. Her lips are stained a soft shade of pink, and I wonder how they would taste against mine.