Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

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.

I took a taxi home. After showering, I waited for news from Travis. He finally returned in the afternoon, exhausted. "Are you hurt?" I asked anxiously, grabbing his arm. His white shirt was filthy, stained with what could be his blood or someone else's. "No, you don't know how awesome I am," he said, taking off his shirt and tossing it in the trash. His well-defined muscles reminded me of an action movie star. I wondered why he was still single. "Did you see Hugh?" I asked, handing him lemonade from the fridge.

he asks, his voice filled with curiosity. Travis jerks away, glaring. "What are you doing? I’m not a kid. Stop touching me randomly!" Jim stares at him, unamused. "This scar wasn’t there before. It looks old. What happened?" Travis’s jaw tightens as a dangerous aura emanates from him. "I told you to stop meddling in my life!" he growls. Jim’s expression hardens. "Excuse me? Have you forgotten who you’re talking to, Travis?"

My arms were too thin, my collarbones too visible, and my face… pale and lifeless. No. I’ll never make a good impression on Fredric’s family. “How does it fit?” the assistant called. I opened the door and stepped out, revealing myself. Her dark-haired head tilted slightly as she studied me. “Oh dear, what’s wrong? You look so sad, sweetheart.” Maybe it was her kind tone — or maybe I’m just too easily softened by gentle words — but her question made me spill everything. I confessed that I felt ugly and frustrated. The words tumbled out before I could stop them. I was pouring my insecurities into this woman in a navy uniform.

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 took a deep breath. “My father, no one knew was in deep debt with Carter, my father tried exchange me for his debt.” Travis’ mother’s hand flew to her mouth in shock. She looked like she could cry. “That fucking bastard tried to ruin me; I fucking got him! When he tried attacking me, I fucking got him in the head with a rock. Knocked him out cold and disappeared! I was so thankful when I got my acceptance letter to school, and I could come here! I was not going to let him turn me into one of his little show bunnies and perform on stage for every fucking piece of filth to see. Vampires, Rogue werewolves, lowlifes, everyone goes to club “Erota”. I heard that some women he does not find pleas

Scott said as he placed his hands in his pants pocket and faced Travis fully. Travis's eyes narrowed and darkened as his voice dropped dangerously low. "You can drop the whole concerned act; we both know you don't give a f*ck," he said. The smile on Scott's face faded as he took a step closer to Travis. Alex looked around, hoping they were not drawing attention. The least thing Travis needed now was to be caught in a fighting rumor with Scott. "It's a good thing you know that. I'd make sure to let Doctor Athena know you're not really as desperate as Nicole made you look. I guess your father isn't as close to death as rumored," Scott whispered, a mischievous glint in his eyes.

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.

He turned to face me, rubbing his head. “What?” I but my lower lip nervously and shifted my feet. “You know… a condom? Protection?” Scott looked disturbed and disgusted. “What hell no, Mia! That’s gross. Why the heck would you ask me for that? Goodness! I gotta erase that from my mind now. Thank you very much.” He rubbed his eyes. “Okay, no need to get so weird about it.” I muttered. Scott shut the trunk hard. “I do not want to talk to you about you having… ugh. You’re a kid!”

“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.