Novel & Cerita Travis Scott Bobblehead

All of them were just clowns in front of absolute power. "Maybe we should go our separate ways," Scott suggested. It was clear that Scott had a secret of his own. "Alright. I'm heading east. Take this. I made this trinket. Crush it when you face danger and it'll let me know your estimated location. I'll come over to help you," Chase agreed to his suggestion and passed something to Scott. It was a little wooden token that contained Chase's consciousness. He had agreed to help Scott with the secret realm, and Chase made this trinket because of his promise.

What the fuck is that? I fling Harley's blanket off me and bolt up, storming to the door in a fit of rage due to being woken up from my peaceful, arousing sleep. I unbolt the locks and swing the door open, grimacing at Trigger's smug face as he stands there with a devious grin on his lips and a cigarette tucked behind his ear. “What the fuck do you want, Scotty?” “Aw, you're not happy to see your best friend? I just got out of prison, man. I thought you'd be happier to see me.”

“Come on, let’s get this stuff home. I have a fight to prepare for tonight.” We finished up checking out everything and started heading back to Scott’s car. “Scott? One more thing.” I spoke as he loaded everything in his trunk. “Yeah?” He asked absentmindedly. “Would you give me a condom if I asked nicely?” Scott's reaction was immediate. He jerked back so abruptly that he lost his balance and bumped his head on the trunk lid with a thud. I winced feeling a pang of guilt. He turned to face me, rubbing his head.

I rolled my eyes upon hearing her statement "Wow! Just wow! You already asked my dad for consent without Consulting me!" "I know you'll say yes!" She said while smiling from ear to ear. "Wow! Mich! You're unbelievable!" I said while laughing. Anyway, I just want to ask something. Who was the man with you at the coffee shop last day? Why do you need to hide it from me? "I threw a pillow at her when I heard her last question "He's James. Roxanne's friend." Mich's mood changed automatically.

Travis. He walked in with his bodyguards, his presence cutting through the crowd like an arrow. Gone was the man who had tended to me with quiet care last night. Here stood the country's billionaire bachelor, commanding, composed, exuding power and affluence. The reporters surged toward him, but he raised a hand, and the room obeyed. His eyes found mine across the hall, steadying me. Then he spoke, calm, assured, every word spoken with certainty. “I am Travis Scott. Yes, I am the investor backing this revival. I believe in Morrison Brewery because I believe in the woman leading it. Selina Morrison is not just fighting for this company. She is fighting for every worker here. And I stand with

Scott thought. T.B.C

Scott's smile turned mischievous. The thought of his sex video going viral on social media scared him a little even though it hasn't been leaked, Tyler looked at the man and noticed that he was damn serious "Why?" he asked, Scott shrugged "I just want you to leave your former team and join us, be one of our members and I won't bother with the video again, even if you decide not to be attending our parties, I won't bother you but you will not go to your former team parties. You won't be their member again once you accept my proposal so there won't be any need for them to accept you anymore" Scott said.

’ He wiggled his brows and I waved him off before walking to the back of the house. Travis grunts could be heard all the way from the door. He kept on throwing balls at the hoop, missing a couple and scoring most. He always had a fixed attention, if he was onto something, he gave it his all and didn’t stop until he was satisfied. I slowly walked up to him and stopped a couple feet behind him. ‘Hey’. He spun around quickly and smiled when he saw me but the smile slowly disappeared. ‘Babe, are you okay?’ He dropped the ball and moved closer.

“And your mother? She’s waiting to have a meeting with you.” “I’ll see her tomorrow.” I ignore all thoughts of my mother and commit to the fifty grand on the table. I could take Willow to Prague with that money. Or I could buy her some lavish, over the top present. Scott doesn’t argue. He stays close. As night approaches, the den starts filling up. The grounds reverberate the boom of the speakers. With each minute that goes by, the cheers grow louder. “There’s a whole fan base of girls out there,” Scott quips, withdrawing his head from the demarcation curtain. “They’ve got your face plastered on their shirts. Some are holding placards. Excuse my asking, but how long have you been doing this?

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one