Sza Travis Scott Novels & Stories

And even though the girls were trying to be supportive of me right now, when it was all said and done they'd side with their men. "There's no point in all of you getting your panties in a twist, because at the end of the day, Zak's the only one you have to watch out for, and in case you've all been under a rock for the last little while, that fucker's not the sanest motherfucker in the pack." "Ty for fuck sake would you stop? We're trying to diffuse the situation not make it worse." Logan tried to cut him off but we all knew he was telling the truth.

He asked, "Do you know Mr. Scott?" Zoey took a sip of wine and replied, "I don't know him." Tim was relieved. He said, "I know you're not one to mince words, and you don't like social gatherings. I should warn you that Mr. Scott is not someone to be trifled with. He's powerful. We should avoid him. If we can't, a polite hello is enough." Tim had reason to be worried. Zoey was beautiful and popular. She had been harassed in Novarvia before, even if she said she was married.

“YOU HAVE TO LET ME GO, YOU TRUNK OF A MAN!” A low, sinister chuckle leaves his lips at my lame insult, his wide shoulders shaking slowly at the motion. “My name is Santino Ricca.”

His gaze is soft, and his eyes are kind as they roam my face while his thumbs brush away the tears from my cheeks. “Harley, baby girl, what’s the matter?” His tone is smooth like butter and soft like cotton, washing a sense of comfort over me as he speaks. “It’s nothing, Trigger. Don’t worry about it.” I assure him, desperately hoping he buys into the whole facade I’m trying to convey. "I'm Scotty. Trigger is what the streets call me, but you can call me Scotty, baby girl." It's Scotty, huh? I can see that.”

Blake watched them disappear and shook his head. “No way,” he muttered. “No woman stands a chance with him…” ** In the car, Zac stared blankly out the window. Reid hesitated before speaking. “Where’s Travis?” Zac asked calmly, though his tone betrayed a darker edge. Reid hesitated. “It was too late, Zac. They got him.” Zac’s jaw clenched. “Walker’s men. They killed him.” The tension in Zac’s face became visible—his temples tight, veins protruding from his clenched fists.

I inquired, “We could only gather information about him, boss,” “Spit it,” “Scott Feelz, the CEO of Scandals Arts, holds a low profile in the society, one wouldn't guess him as the CEO of such an enterprise,” “Scott? A CEO?? Wow! I guess he improved with his life,” Shawn lets out with wide eyes, amazement clearly shown on his face. I'm also surprised with Diego's findings, Scott was indeed doing good for himself, which had me thinking how she was faring. Maybe she was doing great too?

I was Gavin Whitestone’s treasure for ten years. Then he abandoned me for another woman three times, and I finally saw the truth. I didn't love him anymore. I have three scars. Each one is named Gavin Whitestone. The first is just below my ribs, from a shootout two years ago. Sofia Bianchi ran out of a corner and took a bullet for Gavin. It hit her arm. Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel.

“Yes and no” “What do you mean by that? Get straight to the point.” I say, already starting to lose my patience. “Chill, man. I think I know who the traitor is” “Who is the motherfucker?” I ask, my temper rising. Carson pauses for a moment, and says, “Kim”. “Kim” I can’t believe what I am hearing. “Yes, Kim” he reiterates. “I am coming right now” I state quickly. “Won’t you take Nala to school?” Carson asks.

Alpha Zeke shrugged unbothered but let a smirk form on his face, “He rarely shows interest in women, but I can see what intrigued him about you.” “He rarely shows interest?” I couldn’t hide the smug satisfaction that lingered in my words. The thought of Alpha Asher ignoring other females was oddly satisfying. If Alpha Asher expected me to belong to only him, I wanted the same in return. Other men hadn’t piqued my interest as well. ‘Other than that Vampire.’ Maya murmured grumpily. She was right after all. Tristan had grabbed my interest. His ethereal beauty nearly matched Alpha Asher’s. With his hair light as the sun, he had my attention the moment we met. The mark on my shoulder tingled at

At that, a call from an unknown number enters my mobile. -Tell me? -Lailah?- says a familiar voice on the other line. In the background, I can hear glass breaking.- I'm Scott. I need you to come to my apartment now. He seems alarmed. -What? Why? Scott? -It's Azael. -He says worriedly. An object falling to the ground and an incoherent babbling can be heard behind his voice.- He has arrived drunk and has started breaking things and it is not that I have enough money to renew furniture, also he has already damaged my car and that already are many expenses.