Novel & Cerita Travis Scott Ugly

- 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.”

He gripped my chin and pulled me too close despite knowing that I was getting uncomfortable. My face scrunched in disgust as I squeezed my eyes shut. The way he manhandled me replayed in my mind. I hadn't been this close to a man ever before. Not even Ethan ever behaved this way. I was aware of his feelings. I knew Ethan loved me, but he always maintained his boundary. He respects me, that's why he never tried to approach me inappropriately. But Travis Scott, I can't believe that the man who was renowned all over the world is a bastard in real life.

Mason's verbal onslaught continued, each word delivered with venom as he berated her. "You ugly sh*t! Why did you come into my life? Why are you even alive with your ugliness? You don't deserve to live!" Mason's scream reverberated through the room, the intensity of his anger threatening to crush Isabel's spirit. Dizziness engulfed her, and she felt as if each breath could be her last. The abrupt sound of a knock on the door shattered the chaos, jolting Mason back to reality. The realization of what he had just done hit him like a ton of bricks. He released Isabel's throat, pushing her onto the bed, his own horror mirroring the gravity of his actions.

Ugly. "Ari," I screamed at the top of my voice, just before she could pull the trigger. "Is this what you really want?”

Gavin sent every doctor in the city to her side, while I was left in a dark corner, pressing my hand to my stomach to keep myself from bleeding out from a piece of shrapnel. That night, he held my hand and said, "Viola, put a bullet in me. If it makes you feel better, just do it." I saw the bloodshot veins in his eyes and my heart softened. Like a fool, I forgave him. The second scar is on my shoulder. Sofia “bravely” went to Gavin’s room to “help” him after he was drugged. When I walked in on them, he pushed her away. But the moment Sofia clutched her stomach and cried out in pain, he rushed to scoop her up, slamming me hard against the metal doorframe as he ran out.