Travis Scott Ugly の小説・ストーリー

The Sons of Satan Territory Monday, July 4th 19:23 THE JOURNEY TO THE OTHER SIDE "In fact, there weren't many things Scar didn't hate." SCAR GROANED IN DISAPPROVAL at one of the clubs whores climbing onto his lap. Trying to get his attention, she shamelessly began showering light but sloppy kisses on his neck. He was not in the mood - not one bit. Scar was visibly tense, his lips pulled back in a tight, nasty scowl. He wished to lock himself in his room with a bottle of whisky and drink it until he passed out.

* 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.”

she said with a cocky grin but his grin overpowered hers because she just knew he was about to say something infuriating. "If you ruined this today.. you knew you were completely doomed. Not just you, your company and your friend. And you would've been the reason. How fun would that have been, that thought made me wish that you actually did fuck up, so I could make you watch your world fall apart," Travis said with his sadistic face put on. It made her whole body crawl with the way he looked at her that she couldn't help look away. She kinda liked it, that look on his face, of rivalry and narcissism. She always used to hate that look on someone's face.

Their expressions were as if they had seen a lion walking on two legs. “Scott! Scott! Scott! Please…!” The entire crowd screamed, shouted, and cried to get his attention. “Scott, please…!” “Sir…!” Scott stopped all of a sudden, and I froze. He glanced over his shoulder at his fans and waved his hands with a charming smile. My eyes took in his handsome face and masculine body. How dashing he was looking in his tight blue t-shirt and black cargo. His shoulders were broad and profound, and his arms were toned and thick. It was the same body to which I had given uncountable marks. I marked his heart and so his body. I thought making his body ugly would make him mine, but it never worked. All I d

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 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.