Travis Sally Face Novels & Stories

Susan answered with a suddenly serious look on her face. “Hey pretty lady, don’t go getting all serious on me. I noticed your beautiful smile and was just wondering what put it there. I figured if I knew, I could make you smile again soon.” Travis replied with a weak smile, feeling like he might have ruined her happy mood by drawing attention to it.

Travis voice boom. "You I can't even look at you, you disgust me she's my age ,my best friend Jesus did you think of mom ?me when you fucking my best friend!!!!" Kaylee baby look " he steps in front of Kaylee she moves back " It's either you tell mom or I am telling her as soon as she get back " she points at Travis.her face red and stained with tears shock and horror of what she just walked in too.

The tramp nodded eagerly. Sally would have just named her 'skank' out of jealousy for her looks, just to diss the tramp. However, seeing those clear, innocent eyes that clearly trusted her, Sally did not dare to mess around. After some thought, she said, "How about Dawn?" The tramp smiled and nodded. "That's great, since it's like a new beginning for me! I love that name!" Sally sighed in exasperation—she was not really thinking that far, but she just thought that the name Dawn sounded good.

Travis pushed Hailey into his office chair and caught her with both arms, looking directly at her. By this point, Hailey also thought her actions had angered him. She chuckled shyly and said, “Hey, I was just curious, okay? It’s the first time I’ve seen you trim your eyebrows.” “Well, you’re curious about my eyebrows. But why did you pinch my face?” Travis asked. Hailey She smiled and said, “I feel like your face looks brighter and cleaner than yesterday, so I was wondering if you also got a facial when you got your eyebrows done.”

“ Sally take this cellphone from my hand and tell me I'm not hallucinating this text and Tristan is actually begging me to come back to him ” “ What the **** ”Sally exclaimed basically snatching the phone from her hands . “ Shut the phone girlll you're not hallucinating at all , the bastard is finally begging ” . Sally stood up doing a weird celebratory dance that made Alicia giggle . “ I can't believe it finally worked , Sally I finally have him exactly where I want him ”. “ Yes you do girl , now you know what we're going to do . You're going to ghost him and not respond at all , let him feel like he is not worth it all, he isn't worth your time ” .

Rhea's Pov Sally let out a sharp scoff, she looked like a woman who still believed she held the strings. She straightened her spine, pulling herself up from Beatrice’s side. "Ending?" Sally repeated, her voice dripping with a venomous mockery. She brushed a stray, silver-blond hair from her face, her eyes narrowing into slits of pure malice. "You truly are a naive little girl, Rhea. Do you think a video and some digital numbers on a screen are enough to bring down the Taylors? Do you think the foundations I’ve built over decades can be toppled over by a commoner like you?” Sally laughed again, her eyes rolling.

Didn’t know how to lie or keep things to herself. Sally said she was forever getting into trouble for her over opinionated views. She was something alright. Didn’t hurt that she was gorgeous. She had this look about her. She was stunning and never really overplayed her looks. It was like she knew how good she looked and kept it simple… Kept it minimal… Didn’t overkill the look. He was intrigued… That was saying something, Tristan was hardly ever intrigued with the ladies. Rarely did he find something in a woman that was worth looking over. With Callie… He needed more.

I question and point a degrading finger at the woman beside her. “I’m sorry for coming late. She is…”’Ivy is trying to explain before she is cut short by her new friend. “I’m Trisha Damien, the Salutary wolf of the pack, Luna Taika” the woman sparks. I pin my eyes on her. She is very hold and so is her voice. “Why are you here Trisha Damien?“ I blare at her just as she plops her last word as though I am just waiting for her to finish so I can smash her. “I never remember inviting you to my pack house so why are you here? And you, I can only remember telling you to come alone so what is she doing here?”

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Paul asked curiously. "The truth is they don't know who," Trist replied. "Ryan, condolences to your girlfriend's family." Ryan only nodded. Then he cried, causing Paul to hug Ryan's back. Even Helen was infected by Ryan's crying, so Dylan just hugged her. Ynaria and Clement, on the other hand, took pity on Ryan and Helen. "Go back to what you were doing." Trist commands its employees. Trist's employees did nothing but walk out of their Boss's office. Except for Clement, who even left it with Trist.