Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

A husky voice sounded from inside, and soon a very handsome male came out looking so gorgeous, he was shirtless wearing only grey joggers. "Oh, Patrick you have joined them too?" I asked and she shrugged with a smirk playing on his lips. "Prettier than a girl" Scott added still laughing his ass off and Grace giggled. I snickered "You know what Grace? This pretty boy here will be the one to fuck you so hard that you will lose your mind and fall unconscious unable to wake up till the next day evening" I smirked at her and her voice turned pale before turning red. I could see that she was getting turned on imagining the scene, Scott soon lost the mood to smile and scoffed before looking at Patr

He sudden burst those words out in amusement, Agnes was confused even more. “... Have you finally gone senile?” Agnes can’t help but think that he really did. “No, no.” Robert wiped the imaginary tears from the corner of his eyes. “I haven’t just yet.” “Just yet…” “That guy really did it as what his father taught him.” Robert’s voice turned lower as if he was whispering to avoid the eavesdropping ears. “Agnes, a piece of advice. Never trust that man. He was raised by a monster.”

Scott and Travis had done a lot of things together and they vowed to kill Burke and bring back Travis's Children to the pack. " You know who did this to Travis,” I said, faking anger. I was not happy about the fact that Travis died, but that doesn't mean I care about his well-being; he is just another useful asset to me. Seeing how much Scott cared about him, I might use it as an advantage, so that revenge can flow strongly in Scott's blood. “Yes, I do, Boss," he said, with his eyes red, his hand formed a fist, and Scott would pounce on any prey he saw around; his fingernails were already getting long; that was the kind of anger I wanted to see.

“Forgive me man.” He fell silent but he was still angry at me, I could tell it, but he ignored me, I draped my arm around his shoulder just to make him pleased but stubbornly he moved towards the entrance of the room. “Ethan!” Scott ran towards us in a hurry and I could tell he was bringing us another gossip. “Travis!!” “What the fuck is wrong with that weirdo?” I muttered underneath my breath and a small smile reached Travis lips. “Will you calm the hell down?” Travis asked with a frown on his face when Scott got even closer to us, he drops his hands on both of his knees and bowed his head down in breathing heavily as he got even closer to us.

- Scott mutters, looking away to the ground and scratching his neck. Damn Scott. -I had an accident- He crosses his arms and looks at me defiantly. -What do I guess? You tripped over a stone and broke your leg and arm. - I let out sarcastically. -Do not. My leg is not broken- he says, pulling up his tracksuit. I can see a scabbed wound and dried blood and I cover my eyes with my hand. -What the hell is that?- I make a sound of disgust and disgust- think I'm going to throw up.

he says quietly. “ I'm fine.” “No, you are not. You want me to f*ck you so bad, but you think your scars make you look less beautiful to me.” I flinch, because he’s right. I have so many scars, I'm not like Texas, with perfect skin, I’m ugly. A man like Tristan will never be impressed by someone like me. The room falls silent, and only the sounds of my loud breathing echo through the room. “You are beautiful,” he says. And it surprises me.

" He states down at her body and the scars make him clench his fists....he hated himself...each healed line making him hate himself more. "I am ugly. Aren't I Ethan?" A sob breaks through her lips as she stared at him. Tears trailing down her cheeks. "The beautiful Vivian you fell in love with is not there Ethan....she died." "This scarred girl is the only thing left behind." He doesn't answer, too numb to say or do anything. This vulnerable side of Vivian a rare sight, yet her true self without any fascades. He just stares, blankly at her. "Leave me Ethan. Go find yourself someone else. You can never see me as anyone more than your best friends murderer."

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.”

I forgot. Miss, whoever she is, looked at me shockingly but there's a hint of familiarity and sadness in her eyes. As I stared at her, I realized she really looked so weird and no offense, ugly. There's a huge birthmark that covered her left forehead, down to her eye and her ear. There's also a huge mole on the lower right side of her mouth. To top everything off, she has a lot of pimples, acne scars and blackheads. This girl needs help.

I was just focused on the book I was reading, pretending not to hear them. “Hey ugly,” one of them called out. “Hope you are not planning to show up tonight.” I pushed back my glasses that were falling off my nose and continued reading. One of them walked to my desk, grabbed my book and dropped it to the floor. “You don't ignore beauty like us.” She said, titling her head smugly. She continued “have you gotten a prom date? Oops, I forgot. Nobody will want an ugly duckling like you to be their date.”