Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

Josh exclaimed panicked "I don't care! I don't fucking care! This idiot needs to know!" Tristan said determined with his actions. He found the clip he needed and threw it at Jaxon. Jaxon on the other side was extremely confused. He could not connect the dots nor interpret what was happening. Tristan threw his phone at Jaxon and he picked it up and proceeded to watch what was happening. A bulk of tears formed in his eyes as it felt as if the entire world was lying to him. He could not take the pain as he fell on his knees, his heart shattering into millions of pieces as every word was spoken.

* There were very few things in this world that could make Afrah laugh. Rebel Wilson or Mellisa McCarthy movies were at the top of the list, closely followed by her siblings arguing. Unexpected flatulence was on the list as well. But seeing a grown man falling flat on his face had suddenly topped the list in a matter of seconds.

He says indignantly "I seriously thought I hurt you!" "I promise you I'm fine! Look" I say, lifting the hem of my pajama top so I can see the long wrinkled pink scar that runs down the right side of my abdomen "See? I am healing faster than I normally would from all the cures that have been pouring into me" Travis looks at my scar and follows it with his fingertips. His touch is so soft and light that it tickles me and I can't help but laugh, but my laugh is cut short when I see the sad look in his eyes.

Scott greeted politely. “Keep your greetings to yourself. I don’t need them.” “Can you be calm and nice for once in your lifetime?” I barked. “Nice to whom? You or Scott? The same Scott who can’t even call you to order? I bet he’s the one pimping Sabrina to you.” “You know what? I have training in a few minutes. I don’t have time for this madness. You’re clearly mad and delusional.” “You aren’t going anywhere until you apologise to me! You’ve been getting on my nerves forever. First, you were fucking that ugly, useless influencer Wendy. I didn’t make trouble out of it because you chose me instead, but what I will not tolerate is you treating me like trash.”

I finished dressing and grooming myself before I turned to look at the mirror. "Mehn, I look dapper" I hope I don’t steal someone’s mate tonight because I look good, so damn good. I wish Bethany could see me tonight, I know she would drool at my good looks, she would never be able to resist my charms, I’m so irresistible. As I walked down the stairs, I felt Scott stirring in my head. I didn’t think much into it, I guessed he simply wants to ruin my fun as usual. I pushed him to the back of my head and I shut out his rambling, he can be so annoying sometimes. If you ask me, I think Scott wants me to turn celibate simply because I could not find his mate. He is never happy when I get other gir

His gaze is soft, and his eyes are kind as they roam my face while his thumbs brush away the tears from my cheeks. “Harley, baby girl, what’s the matter?” His tone is smooth like butter and soft like cotton, washing a sense of comfort over me as he speaks. “It’s nothing, Trigger. Don’t worry about it.” I assure him, desperately hoping he buys into the whole facade I’m trying to convey. "I'm Scotty. Trigger is what the streets call me, but you can call me Scotty, baby girl." It's Scotty, huh? I can see that.”

Scott couldn’t believe his own luck, he’d spent months lusting after Tracia, now she’d agreed to be fucked by him… her mother wants him to fuck her, for her… and now her bloody father is going to pay him to fuck her. None of them knew of the others' involvement, only Tracia, who was going to get well and truly fucked with the outcome of it all. Scott leisurely climbed the stairs to the bathroom; he just had to take a shower, Monica had made him very hot and sweaty, and the last thing he wanted was for her to savour her mother’s pussy on his cock, he had planned for her to suck his cock.

All we can hear from now is his steps. “Sure boss” Scott’s face appears on the screen and I smile at the state of him. He is all bruised, dirty and he’s got some broken bones. He hasn’t been allowed to go to the toilet so he stinks of urine and faeces. I needed him to break and tell me everything he knew.

I gulped, waiting for the answer that I thought was coming. Virgo placed his finger and thumb onto his chin with one hand while using the other to support his elbow, humming as he thought about my question. “Nope. Educate me?” He asked nonchalantly, a sly smile on his face as he looked back down at me like he thought he was clever. I only pointed at my face without saying a single word, and he shrugged in return, as if he wasn’t getting it at all. “U-G-L-Y.” I spelled out for him- maybe he was just all looks and no brains? It didn’t take a rocket scientist to know what I was talking about.