Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

I knew I was ugly, but hearing my own sister say it still made me shake with pain. "You know what?" She leaned close to my ear. "You're not just ugly. You're stupid, too." I froze, confused by what she meant. "I'm so beautiful and well-behaved, so of course I should be the only princess. Seeing you with a face just like mine makes me sick every time. "When we were eight, I fell off that cliff on purpose. I knew you'd come save me. I calculated exactly where to position myself so you'd get that scar.

"Oh, don't be like that dear. We've both been busy" " You're scuba diving in Cambodia Mother. " He gritted his teeth. "But I'm lonely here." "A picture was uploaded last week of you coming back from an orgy." "They didn't even let the cum dry on my face first." "You could've washed your face before leaving the orgy-dom" "It made me feel dirty and you know how I love dirt." Urgh, he wished the call was over before it even began. "I'm glad that you're having fun. You called because...?"

And have him turn to me. The next morning, I put on my best professional smile and walked into Elliot’s office. He looked terrible, eyes tired, hair messy, like he didn’t sleep well last night. Perfect excuse to talk to him. “Mr. Travis,” I said softly, closing the door behind me. “I saw Scott leaving your penthouse last night. He looked upset. Is everything okay? I’m worried about him. He’s been… acting weird lately. The offers and new visibility he has all thanks to you might have gone to his head. Some people rise too fast and forget who helped them.”

Even his voice had lost its prior conviction. Driven to madness by their denial, Vanessa slapped Scott across the face and yelled, "The truth is right in front of you! If you still refuse to believe it, get the hell out of my sight!" Scott stared blankly at her. "I'll investigate to see if it's the truth or not. If you dare lie to me…" He couldn't finish the threat either. Instead, he turned around and walked toward the stairs. Devin gave my memorial portrait a long, deep look before glancing down at my ashes scattered on the floor. Without a word, he followed Scott out.

He did not even say hello before he started scolding me. "Why did you go?" Exhausted, I pushed him off. "Cut it out. I've got a paper to turn in and a registration for in the morning. I've set six alarms. Make sure you wake me up too!" Half asleep, I heard him sigh, a sound full of disappointment. "You're different now. All you think about is your stupid work." When I finally woke up, it was already afternoon. All my alarms had been turned off, my paper was late, and the deadline for the bar exam registration had come and gone.

Few years later Lucy groaned for the tenth times. Life as a college student hasn't been easy on her at all. The constant assignments,test and let's not forget about the lack of time she to take care of herself. She stared at disheveled self through the standing mirror. She touched her cheeks and was almost scared of it dryness . She groaned. " I'm turning ugly" she muttered to herself. " Who's turning ugly?" Lucy almost yelled,scared at the sudden intruder. She touched her beating chest when she saw that it was just her room mate Sarah.

Lauren gazed into the mirror as she peeled off her clothes, not wanting to miss a single sight of it. The once white bandages that had been wrapped on her back now had a hue of red. She sighed and even when she knew it would earn her scolding from Malcolm, she slowly peeled the bandage off her back closing her eyes at the gory sight that greeted her. Her eyes teared. She didn’t believe it was this bad. And Bryan had seen it too? It made her sob more. She didn’t want him to end up having trauma because of her. She was used to it after all.

Ignoring them, I pushed my legs forward towards Benita, and Scott and Greg had to run to catch up. “I hate doctors because they talk too much, confuse your brain for something they could just say in simple English,” Scott murmured. “No one asked you, Scott,” Greg fired back, and Scott stared at him with hatred in his eyes. “I just hate you, Greg,” Scott growled. “OMG! I just became a Godfather.” Greg sent him a bombastic side eye, “Over… my… dead… body!”

Selina's POV ~ Travis Scott sat there in a simple charcoal shirt and dark jeans. Nothing flashy, yet somehow, he still looked like he owned the entire city. Broad shoulders, sharp jawline dusted with stubble, and a body that didn’t need a suit to show off its discipline. Even relaxed, he exuded dominance—like he didn’t have to try like it was embedded in his DNA. The confidence I had walking in cracked the second we locked gazes- cold, cerulean blue eyes void of expressions stared back at me.

The lights are flickering, casting a shadow over me so no one can see I’m crying. I’m an ugly crier—snot and all. I cover my mouth with my shaky hands, trying not to make so much noise. I don’t want to yell at any poor concerned child to get away from me. “He doesn’t deserve me,” I chant to myself, using the end of my pink thick hoodie to clean my tears. I look behind me and Scottie’s gone. My sore heart sinks—he’s probably off to go see Ciara, his perfect girl. I look ahead and notice there’s a velvet board behind me. It has a pen and a note you can just pull out from an open box.