Travis Phelps Fanart Novels & Stories

He even went to the extent of paying a private investigator, everything was yet the same. It was as if she had disappeared from the surface of the earth. That damned woman! Trevor grunted and tugged his hair in frustration. She added to his miseries and he wondered when it would stop. Glaring at the large mural which was supposed to calm him - as the artist who painted it had said- whenever he was bloodthirsty, it did little to no good. Rather, it seemed blander as he stared at it and felt no strange warmth that was supposed to come out of it after staring intently.

All the photos inside were candid shots of her going about her activities. "You're stalking me?" Luna asked, making Travis smile. "Come on, your photos are all over the internet and social media. I just picked them according to the theme, because I didn't want my photo album to be like theirs," Travis answered in a somewhat annoyed tone, but Luna still remained suspicious of him. "Hey, don't you want to chat with me like you do with the other fans?" Travis asked, but Luna just remained silent and ignored him, immediately signing the album.

“No, compared to the favors I ask of you, this is nothing!” Travis made some phone calls and did some work on his computer. He looked at me once in a while and he smiled or winked at me when he caught my eye. I drew a picture of Travis in black and white. I painted his serious face: boyish, dangerous, handsome as hell. I stared at the painting when I finished it. His eyes were mesmerizing, and I felt warm knowing that familiar face. My knight. My angel. “I look nothing like that!” he said, coming up behind me. He wound his arms around my waist and pulled me to him.

He said to her. “Thank you so much Erick for loving my artwork and being my number one fan as well.” “You are welcome kiddo, now where are your siblings let’s go to them.” He said. “I have another one to show you,” she said when she saw Theresa giving her a sign that Travis was not done yet. “Can we do this another day, I have an appointment in the next thirty minutes, hold on a second, my phone, I can’t find it.” He said.

“Jeremy asked me to check up on you.” “That boy…” Philip growled low in his throat. “Travis?” Stan dropped into the plush couch in the bedroom and stared at Philip in surprise. His friend was always so…controlled. But the Philip pacing before him looked anything but calm. “Calls himself Troy now.” Philip rasped. “Has a human with him that he clearly cares about. The way he acts around him urgh…it’s getting on my last nerve.” “Oh, so this is all just you being jealous huh? Cool.” Stan grinned as he relaxed into the seat.