Travis Manawa Novels & Stories

But he had obviously thought wrong. His body was uncommon now. It was the body of a budding Supreme, complete with a powerful physique and spirit. One stalk of Lover’s Whisper alone wasn’t going to be enough to dull his blood. It was a bit disappointing since that meant he might have to take several stalks of Lover’s Whisper to get half the reaction another would get from taking just one. And that meant that the many stalks he had weren’t that many anymore. But Mane was content. He would rather he was strong with such an irrelevant problem than if he was weak with this unusual headache solved.

People mill around, young painters in ripped jeans, older ones in linen jackets, collectors with quiet voices and roving eyes. A man stops beside me in front of a large canvas. He’s maybe sixty with graying hair pulled into a loose ponytail. “Beautiful chaos,” he says, nodding at the painting. I smile. “It’s alive.” He turns to me. “You’re Dana Travis.” “You know my work?” I ask, surprised. “I know the rumor that the woman who just handed a timber empire to her brother is secretly one of the most interesting painters in the country right now.” He extends a thin hand. “Malcolm Reyes.”

She had suffered a greater loss because of me. During the drive, I was filled in on Travis and the Luna from the pacific pack (Kira’s stepmother) who had also been held captive with me. Instead of going home to his pack, Travis was actually taken to Golden Circle by his cousin Chris, who was one of the top Warriors there and was part of the track and rescue crews.

Trinity pouted, placing her hands on her hips. "I had some business to take care of." Travis responded quickly, shooting me a look. Lifting my brows, I urged Travis to explain exactly who this woman was and why she was so friendly with him. Especially in front of his mate. Blanching Travis' face fell into a look of worry at my expression. "What kind of business?" Trinity asked slowly as her eyes finally found me. "And who is this?" "Marissa," I responded before Travis could. "I'm his mate."

“Travis Rivera. The founder and CEO of TR Group of Companies.” Her legs weakened, and she staggered backward as soon as she heard that name. Who wouldn’t know who Travis was? Who didn’t? Even the baby in the womb could hear things about him. He was filthy wealthy, handsome, and had the qualities every woman wanted in a man. He was the perfect man in the country. However, he hated to be messed with. He didn’t fight, but he terminated his opposition without lifting a finger. That was how powerful and connected he was.

JK Group is my most reliable company which is under my control and management, despite the fact to that I've many companies which I've left almost a unattended to for a long time now, once I visit such companies, surely every one would be freaking triggered, I only visit there once in two weeks, ever since I went for a business trip in Japan I haven't visited such Groups like BB, J&J, BM... and many more, I'm surely gonna creat time for that, I hardly handle them not now that my dad had promised me Dill's corporation that's a large one. ****** "Chairman Miss Mariel is waiting in your office, I'm sorry I tried my best to stop her" my secretary said .

As I brush grass off my clothes, I turn and see a group of over twenty men, led by Javed Pentanova, marching toward us. “You put yourself in this mess, so you’re responsible for it,” Alessandro was loud enough for Javed to hear him. “I’m sorry Amber, but there’s nothing that I can do about it.” As he turns his back towards me, he is met with Javed’s smile. “You’re a good man, Alessandro, and I am proud to see that you’re driven by your goal and that your focus is never faltered.” Javed puts his hand on Alessandro’s shoulder as he speaks to me.

Travis burst into maniacal laughter. Given Helena's status, it was naturally impossible for her to have relations with him. Travis had just unleashed those two divine thunderbolts and hit Wren directly, yet his opponent had only retreated a few dozen feet without showing any signs of injury. This shocked him immensely. Although he was currently only a stage-five major martial god, the Dark Deity Technique plus the Light Deity Technique, combined with the Dark Divine Connection Major Technique, had power comparable to a stage-seven major martial god. While Wren being stage six was within Travis's expectations, his dual lightning strike had used nearly 70% of his power. If his opponent could h

"Thank you, Katharina." "You do not need to thank me, Stevens," she says softly, her fingers smoothing the heavy silver chain around my neck. "You are my brother. Today, you take your place at the head of the Andersen Silverclaw Royal Pack. No one in the Moonfang territory can touch you now." Silja steps forward, placing her hand gently over mine. "I listened to your latest performance at the Moonsong Arena, Stevens. Your music calmed my wolf for days. You are going to be a great Luna to Magnus."

Before I could ask, she cut the call. I let out an annoyed sigh. It was ten at night. It could be either of the duties since she maintained two jobs—one as the manager of the second branch of Berserkers, and the second as the queen of the Mafia Thunder. Faith was hesitant to accept being the manager, saying she was underqualified and such stuff, but I managed to convince her that there could be no one more diligent than her to manage it. As for Mutiny, she jumped at the idea of being my partner.