Travis Scott's Mode Crossword Clue Novels & Stories

Scott deadpans and I can’t help but laugh. “You look amazing. Haven’t you looked in the mirror?” Beams Katie. “I’ll have to take your word for it. I did try to look in the mirror. But without my glasses it’s like trying to read braille.” “I can’t wait to begin your flirting lessons,” Dani grins as she claps her hands in glee. “Alright,” Scott says. “But first let’s change this music,” he laughs. He walks to the coffee table and grabs my phone. He selects a Daughtry song. I have. I idea if he knows that he’s selected that, if his eyes are as bad as he says then it’s just luck he hasn’t put on my teach yourself French d******d.

She punched in the passcode that Scott gave and it eventually opened. "Okay..So, what am I expecting to see here?". she confusedly asked. She saw a couple of round black objects that had a button on the top. "Pick up one and tell me the serial number that was written under it". he said. Travis was silently watching over the monitor. She then recited those numbers and Scott quickly typed it in his laptop. "What's next?". she asked.He stopped for a minute before looking at Travis. "We have no other choice, Bud. It's now or never". Scott said to Travis.

A subtle smirk slowly crept onto his lips. "Why do you look so scared, Ms. Samuels?" He cut off the silence between them. Honey immediately shot her head up. Shock would be an understatement for her as she resisted the urge to double-check. 'He knows her name? Travis Scott? America’s richest man just happens to know her name. What the hell?? Amused by her reaction, Travis couldn't stop smiling. Honey, on the other hand, instantly melted like a puddle of wax. His charming smile took her breath away.

I stood near the stage in my tailored suit, smiling politely as women in expensive dresses flirted shamelessly around me. “You look incredible tonight, Mr. Travis,” one socialite purred, hand brushing my arm. “When is our most eligible bachelor going to finally pick a woman? You’re too handsome to be single.” I gave a tight smile, my eyes were busy scanning the room for Scott. He was across the hall, talking to a group of collectors, looking sharp in his black shirt. But he wouldn’t meet my eyes. Every time our gazes almost connected, he looked away. Like he was guilty of something. It drove me insane.

It felt like something I’d dropped to see what would happen. Travis glanced at me, rain beading on the tip of his nose. “Where to?” he asked. “Anywhere but here,” I said. I meant it and I didn’t. The road was long and dangerous and ridiculous and possible. He nodded like that was a plan. “Anywhere but here it is,” he said, and then, because he was the sort of idiot who could not help himself, he flipped open the guitar case and plucked a single, graceless note that sounded like a promise and a dare.

Scott sat on the bed beside her; and started to remove his trousers. “Would you like me to undress Sir?” Tracia asked, lifting her hands to her blouse, thinking that she should be doing something. “You’re fine for the moment, just lie back,” he said, and smiled at her. Scott edged along beside her as she lay back along the bed, viewing the slender form below him, lifting her skirt up onto her tummy, exposing her pussy. “You have a pretty impressive pussy young lady!” Tracia felt his hand move in between her legs as he spoke.

Turning I held a hand over my eyes to block the harsh light that was beaming off the vehicles headlights trying to see who the ass hole that was trying to blind me was. "What the hell do you think you're doing?" I growled leaning into the passenger window. The smell of pine and cedar immediately attacked my nose as I took a deep breath. "Coming to see what my silly mate is doing roaming around late at night." Came Travis' delicious voice. "Who is your mate?" I asked leaning my elbows on the windowsill. "I never agreed to that." "You don't have to agree," Travis pointed out smiling. "The moon goddess decided this for us."

He threw himself when he realised that he had no answer for the question and he looked up with eyes that were filled with a waterfall. “Oh, dear Sasuke! Look at them, they wear so many masks! I thought…I thought that at least, I could trust one of them…! All of them are forcing my hand.” Travis huffed immediately after turning his phone on, searching for his mother's picture. Tears streamed down on his face and his heart broke when he was looking at his mother's smile.

BIANCA LEWIS The wind chimes made a soft sound, indicating someone had entered my pastry shop. I quickly stepped out of the kitchen, ready to greet my customer. However my words got caught in my throat when I saw who it was. “Oh, hi,” Travis Moore greeted me casually. He barely spared me a glance before shifting his attention to the cake display. “Hello. Are you here to buy a cake?” “Yes, for my niece.” Liar. The whole country knew he didn’t have any siblings, so how could he possibly have a niece?

Her curiosity about his intentions was undeniable. Seeking further clarity, she inquired, "Could you be more specific about what you're asking me to do?" Travis smirked. "Take off your shirt and bra. I want to see if those assets are as natural as you claim.”