Travis Barker With Hair Novels & Stories

"Then why are we still standing here?" All three of them looked at me. "What?" I asked. Damon blinked. "Excuse me?" "You heard me." "Betty. Are you sure?" "No." I folded my arms. "Travis has been causing problems for a long time. He worked with Lana. He stole from the club. He helped attack this pack. He helped people come after me. Every time something goes wrong, his name shows up somewhere. I can't believe I used to like that bastard."

I have sculpted a long pointy top to his hat that looks a bit like Stephen’s floppy penis, but bigger. “Because… I have a vagina,” I tell him. His eyebrows knit together, and I just nod. “You wanted to see us, sir–what the hell?” Tristan stops mid-sentence when he comes through the door, followed by all three of the other Alphas. Mark looks a little under the weather. I’ve heard that Barbara tried to kill him–or something. “What’s that on your head, King Gene?”

I don’t want to deal with him right now. Giving me an assured smile, he runs his hands through his cropped hair and waves his hand. His letterman jacket fits his beefy shoulders perfectly. Travis is cute in a boy next door kind of way. His body is stocky and muscular; he is six feet tall with blue eyes and golden hair. All-in-all, he’s the perfect package. Any girl at school would kill to be with him. Too bad that I’m just not interested anymore.

Brittany just doesn't like getting her hair messed up especially with how she spent so long working on it earlier, it wasn't hard to tell that was the reason for the look on her face. Since there were a number of people around, I didn't want to get weird around Adrian in their presence so I only said just a few words to him and remained instead with the woman who I later discovered to be his house keeper but that didn't stop us from having a wonderful time together. I've always known Travis to be nice but being around him outside of work for this long exposed a different and carefree side of him especially with the casual shirt and pair of faded jeans he had on.

He found it, and pulled it to him, desperately trying to open it with one hand as he held up the axe to ward off the approaching figure. Barker turned the corner, only twenty feet away from him, and snarls came short and sharp. “I can see you, Trevor,” Barker hissed in a voice that didn’t really sound like its owner at all. “I don’t think you’re going to be able to load that thing before I get to you and introduce you to my claws.” Trevor waved the axe as a reminder. “I still got this, Barker, and I’ll bury it into that malicious skull of yours if you come any closer. Don’t think that I won’t!”

“Well Xavier, it’s nice to meet you. You new here?” Xavier nodded in response. “Not much of a talker huh Xavier?” Travis smiled at the man who just continued looking tense, as he shook his head slightly, but Xavier never took his eyes off of him. Nonchalantly, Travis moved his hand up to push away a couple of curls that had moved into his left eye as he leaned forward on his elbows. This hair in his eyes, was a chronic problem since Travis needed a haircut badly, and what would otherwise be too short, now amounted to bangs across his forehead. When Xavier still didn’t respond, Travis took a deep breath to catch the man’s unique scent; yep, he was completely human with a tint of fear and smok

Oliver Barker. I couldn’t believe I’d run into him—here of all places, looking like he had just stepped out of some casual fashion catalog: dark jeans, a grey henley that clung to his arms in a way that hinted he’d been doing more than reading books lately, and that same untamed hair, a little longer now, brushing his forehead like it had a mind of its own. There was still something reserved about him—like he existed a beat away from the world—but that was part of the charm. I remembered him instantly.

Thierry made his appearance known; his appearance looks a bit off; his hair has been shaved and styled to an undercut; the top is wavy and permed, left to slicked backward; he also wears a contact lens, giving him a blue eye color; and he has a mustache placed below his nose. "Okay, Mr. Sky!" He chuckled at his new name, "Well, that's make it fair; you give me a name; I did in return." I wink at him before exiting the dressing room. I watch him tail behind me from the corner of my eye. "Your new looks suit you; I feel like taking you right now." He whispered to me, but I ignored him, chuckling inwardly. We came across Barbra, who didn't look too different; her hair color was just dyed pink,

Elvano Faresta Garth, a little boy who was only two years old, is showing off his four teeth that are clearly visible. He's very active and cheerful, has pure blue eyes and blonde hair. I don't know, it's a little strange that Jerry has black hair, Shaquelle is also black but Elvano has blonde hair instead. But the little boy looked very cute with his chubby cheeks, but upside down and his sleeveless shirt. Who else but Tristan who dresses up that little boy and looks so annoying.

She is a friend and I know that she is willing to help like the help she gives me to restore Ross' wolf to the right condition. I cocked my head to the side to invite him back to the Undergrove. We decided to shift but before we could, black smoke descended from the top of the tree trunk and it turned into a woman standing in front of us. Travis stop as if he had seen a ghost. This woman's hair is black, long but slightly curly. She was wearing bloody color of lipstick as her eyes were full of black, dark brown and silver dust color that she put on.