Travis Manawa Novels & Stories

Fear tortured my guts, it engulfed my conscience; thus, making me drastically exhausted. Minutes later, a man in blue and white stripped shirt strutted into the room with a tiger like tread. His black trousers were held by straps of grey suspenders, which ran over his small-shoulders. The pale light glimmered on his bald head as he halted in front of me; dug around in his pocket and brought out a cigar and lighter. He shoved the cigar between his lips, lit it and then took a long drag. Clenching the cigar between his cinnamon fingers he lowered his head and blew the cloud of smoke into my face. My eyes stung from the smoke; tears filled my eyes as I sneeze. Slowly he adjusted his round-shape

I will come back to you. I can't say all that to her. Not now. "I will, Nala, see you soon,” I say, as I end the call. I have to do everything real quick so I can go back to Nala and find out what is wrong. I go to Vivian, Carson's mate. He knows so much more about treating a lady than I do. Actually, I don’t think this is right. I also once had a mate, but she died two years after we met, and she was marked.

"I gave him the tip because I wanted him to owe me one—leverage for our pack. I'm not about to waste my heart on a man who's clearly already spoken for." One hour later. Silverlight Territory. Isaiah rushed home and saw the bruise on Trista's face. He slapped himself across the face in frustration. "This is on me. I should have been faster." "I'm fine," Trista said, trying to get her breathing under control. "He just caught me off guard." Ulva knocked and stepped in. "Trista. Mr. Manwaring is here." Elias walked in and went straight to the bed. He leaned over, staring at her swollen cheek, his gaze terrifyingly still.

And there he was, standing behind her, arms wrapped around her waist, chin resting on her shoulder. Travis. He was a transfer student. He played guitar. He had tattoos that looked like he did them himself with a sewing needle. He was everything I wasn't. "Authentic," she had called him. "Raw." The caption read: Finally found someone who sees the real me. ❤️ #NewBeginnings #RealLove

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As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down. He was aware he would only forget what was happening to him until he became sober again. The pain would hit him ten times more than the previous one. Still, he didn't mind. He just wanted to forget he had lost the most precious thing to him. "Hey, buddy!" Trevor's eyes flitted to a muscular man with a buzz cut as he nudged him. "Got a lighter on you?" He pointed to the cigar that was settled between his lips. Trevor noticed as he spoke that a few teeth were missing from his upper and lower jaw. He didn't look like he had gotten into an accident.

And yet. He wasn't answering her questions. She didn't know what horrible things had happened to the missing women, or what this guy actually did. "I just let you into their house, and I have no clue who you really are. Grayson seemed to know who Aegis is, but-you could be lying." Boy, was she dumb. He'd given her a card and what had she done? Gone for coffee. "I told you, my name is Travis." "Travis what?" "Travis Ration. I work for Aegis Group."

Travis ordered the man again. Jomar followed the man’s order again. He didn’t ask any more questions. He also washed the plate before transferring the food he had brought for him. Even the water brought by the nurse was changed by him. Travis liked the man’s work. He knows what to do without being told to. When Jomar went out with Cyrus, Travis started eating. He needs to get strong and go to the office. His assistant also called and he had an appointment he had to attend. In Shaina’s office, she read the rules and regulations that Travis’s company sent to her e-mail.