Novel & Cerita Travis Scott Ugly

Michele's voice pulled me back to reality. "If she hadn't left all those years ago, the woman at my side would be a gambler. How could it be an angel like you? Tomorrow is our 99th day together, and I'm putting the most profitable strip club in Vallasia under your name." Michele looked at Barbara with complete indulgence and pinched her cheek playfully. Barbara laughed softly and leaned in to kiss him. A sudden, stabbing pain tore through my side, forcing a sharp gasp from me. It was the scar I had carried for five years, left behind when I sold a kidney just to stay alive after I failed to repay my loan.

The world thinks Seraphina is the luckiest woman alive. A famous supermodel and married to Maximilian Thorne, the richest man on earth. She lives in a mansion and wears diamonds every day. But behind closed doors, her life is a nightmare. Her husband treats her like a toy he can break. His two brothers and sister treat her like a servant. Even his mother joins in on the abuse. She has no one. No way out. Until the new bodyguard walks in. His name is Killian Cross. Six years ago, Seraphina was his whole world. Then she ran away, leaving him alone to raise their baby daughter. He spent every day for six years hating her. He didn't take this job or hide his identity to protect her, he took it

His hair was hiding his eyes and she couldn't control it anymore She touched his hair lightly, she was sure he was asleep by now as he wasn't even moving. She gently pushed his hair out of his eyes, but before she could take a second to admire how beautiful he was, he opened his eyes. They were blue. Ice blue. They were beautiful. It was as if they held magic in them. They were attracting her towards him in a way that it was hard for her to oppose the force. It felt like those eyes held the most heartbreaking stories and scars. They were the eyes of a person who'd been through enough to last a lifetime.

Serena felt dirty, it turned her stomach to think she was almost raped by a drunk man, wanting to tell Alex that she was fine, she found herself the moment she opened her mouth, throwing up every contents in her belly, she felt weak and almost wanted to fall when Alex quickly held her.

"And what are you apologizing for? Trying to make your waist seem skinnier? It's sad, really. I bet you came here with one goal: to seduce rich men." The humiliation was a hot, sharp blade. People started to turn, their whispers growing louder. My face flushed, and I felt a familiar, unwelcome heat behind my eyes. “There’s no need to be rude.” I spoke, my voice low but loud enough for him to hear. “Rude?” he scoffed and took a step closer to me. “I’ll show you rude.” he grabbed me. “You know, you’re actually not ugly. A bit chunky. But…” his head tilted to take a gander at my backside. “You do have a nice ass.” He reached his hand out to slap my butt. “How much for one night?”

He looked at me then Tristan before mouthing something to him and leaving the room. “ How long have you been out there by yourself?” Tristan asked as he sat on the couch opposite me with Zara coming to rest beside my feet. My stomach filled with butterflies as he spoke to me, why am I so nervous around him? “I uh found some groups to live with but they uh never want me around, they just wanted me to get the things they needed but I’ve been alone since this thing pretty much started. My family didn’t want me around anymore I guess so they gave me this scar and left me to pick up the pieces after leaving me to be eaten, sorry uh that was a bit of an um over share.” I nervously laughed and scra

"I was celebrating, Tristan is really happy about this" I laughed, "I didn't realize Tristan would think I'm such a good match for you". "He said you're very sexy," Philip confessed. I couldn't look into his eyes and looked away, but he used a finger to lift my chin, so I was looking at him, "I agree with him". "I am ugly". He shook his head, "you only have pimples, they dont make you ugly, they actually hide the beauty and i have to say, youre not doing a good job to get rid of them".

Everyone just goes silent in the room and I can tell that they are all looking at us. Scott takes a few steps forward and I get to enjoy the full view of his masculine self. He's in black jeans, black Chuck Taylor's and a white t-shirt that's making his biceps look bigger as always. His hair... Oh his beautiful hair is now long and covering a part of his forehead. "Kyrah," he whispers. "Scott," I whisper back.

“And I thought of a good cover story too. Scott realized he was such an asshole he couldn’t live with himself anymore and ran away to a third world country to help the poor.” “No one would believe that.” Kristy looks away. “He’s way too selfish.” Scott-cat growls, and Kristy shrugs. “Well, you are. And I agree with Lucas on this. He’d make a good house cat once he’s had some training. He’s pretty at least.” “I should have made him ugly,” I grumble and let out a heavy sigh. Lucas wraps his arm around me, and Kristy goes to the fridge to get something to drink.

The piercings, that new, circumcised cut—rough and jagged—veiny and thick. Tristan’s cock is ugly. Nothing like before. There are scars and burnt skin. The kind of ugly that makes my hole clench. So monstrous, so… Yummy. I never liked pretty things anyway! ‘That’s your dick talking.’ A voice says in my head. “Let you go?” He shakes his head and slaps me with his cock. Cum lines where he hits me. And I feel it, so shameful and invincible, my dick jumping in elation. “Hmm.”