Sza Travis Scott Novels & Stories

"Don't you think… don't you think Paul deserves a much better Luna? Someone who would be more acceptable to the pack, someone with the skills and strength to match his own. Perhaps, someone without any scars from their bitter past-" Before I could finish my question, Jayson signaled for a short break from the combat. Stepping away from the arena, he fetched me a bottle of water and considered it for less than a second before saying, "No." "No?!" I repeated the one- word answer he had given as I spat out my water, almost spraying him unintentionally. "No, I don't think he needs anyone else as his partner, nor do I think you are any less deserving of him. Did you know Lexie, that not too long

I shrugged. "Are you sure?” He said and walked over to where I stood. He leaned in closer and whispered. "Are you sure, you don’t need me? In your life." He asked. "Very sure." I gulped and moved back. I was trying to get away from him, but he was following me. "So, you don’t need me. You are really fine with the life, you are living?" "Yes." I said. "You know, when you said, I wasn’t man enough to satisfy you, I thought to myself, there is no way, a woman, could resist me. I’m Travis Sinclair. I can satisfy anyone. Women beg me, to take them.” He said with so much pride and arrogance.

They looked confused and terrified as the two black SUVs drifted onto the main square, stopping right in front of the village elder’s house. Travis stepped out. He wasn't wearing his suit jacket anymore. His white shirt was unbuttoned at the top, stained with the blood of the guards he had killed at the border. He looked like a man who had nothing left to lose. A young BloodMoon warrior, barely twenty years old, tried to stand in his way, pointing a shaking spear at Travis’s chest. "Stop! You’re trespassing on Alpha Raul’s land!" the boy shouted. Travis didn't even slow his pace. He swiped the spear aside with one hand and grabbed the boy by the front of his shirt. He leaned in, his scent so

Alex asked as they neared the exit. "I want to assume my…." Travis started to say and trailed off as he laid eyes on the second-least person he wanted to see. "Wow, and who do we have here?" Scott Cavanade said, a broad grin on his face. "I am not really in the mood to spar words with you, Cavanade." Travis responded, his voice as cold as ice. "I mean, you could have just reached out to me for help. I know it must have hurt your pride to ask Nicole for help." Scott said as he placed his hands in his pants pocket and faced Travis fully.

She stood uo without saying a word fixing her neck again. " Yoy are a fucking zonbie" Travis said and that was when Sarah striked. she Charged forward taking him by her right knee acting to smash it on the ground but released him. She spun arond kicking him with her left leg that sprung him to the air down to the ground. "Solid" he said gathering momentum to stand but fell back to the ground.

Isaac attacked the boy, completely unprovoked, allegedly, and then bit his teacher, drawing blood when she tried to separate them. I toyed with the hem of my purse as Mr Beddows continued insulting Isaac, accusing of him all but killing this boy. Greyson's words rang in my ears. Come back as the Zoe Smithson I remember. I wasn't the same woman I once was. Kobe beat everything out of me, my confidence, my hopes, my ambition. I was a shadow, surviving day by day without ever really living.

Travis. He walked in with his bodyguards, his presence cutting through the crowd like an arrow. Gone was the man who had tended to me with quiet care last night. Here stood the country's billionaire bachelor, commanding, composed, exuding power and affluence. The reporters surged toward him, but he raised a hand, and the room obeyed. His eyes found mine across the hall, steadying me. Then he spoke, calm, assured, every word spoken with certainty. “I am Travis Scott. Yes, I am the investor backing this revival. I believe in Morrison Brewery because I believe in the woman leading it. Selina Morrison is not just fighting for this company. She is fighting for every worker here. And I stand with

"What truth, Cassius?" Cassius straightened up, clearly relishing the moment of revelation. "After that... incident, I ran my own investigation. I had to find out who was behind it. It wasn’t a simple mistake." He leant forward, lowering his voice like he was about to spill a scandalous secret. "I found out it was Trent Ray. One of the omegas, working as a bartender at the time, who had drugged your drink." Asher stiffened, his eyes flashing. "Trent Ray?"

He didn't wear any fabric that was black—just a cream polo, ripped jeans, and… slippers? Slippers. The image short-circuited my brain. It was giving ‘I accidentally wore this out,’ but somehow on him, it looked like it was worn by a Louis Vuitton model. “Mr—Mr. Scarpa,” I breathed. A smile curled at his mouth. Not arrogant or amused. Just… soft and warm. Like he’d stepped out of a storm and into sunlight. “I came here looking to buy something,” he said, his voice almost bashful. “Didn’t expect you’d be the one attending to me. But I’m glad.”

Looking up at him he smirks that evil smirk of his. “ don’t worry. I’ll protect you.” He whispered, chuckling. Swiping a finger across my left cheek with his hand before turning around and walking away. Oh dear goddess this is going to kill me I groan to myself. Walking out to the car I hop into the passenger seat not waiting for them. “ hey I called shotgun??!” Creed pouted stomping his foot onto the ground standing in front of the truck “ No, I called shotgun!” Ryan yelled getting in Creed face pointing at him with his finger