Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

“I mean, my height is more than perfect for a woman, don't you think so? Besides, does it really have anything to do with the reason I'm here?” Right… Now, I feel relieved. He frowned, but I didn't give a fuck. “You seem like an interesting young lady,” Another one said… Scott Hughes. Twenty-one, one of the team's defensemen... and a freak. Rumour had it that he's really crazy and has a messed up personality, and women love him for that. His eyes swept over me, a flirtatious smile lingering on his face. “Your fashion sense is quite weird and funny,” They all laughed... except Levi.

Scott was so surprised he stopped eating. “Well of course they are. They’re all weird and puckered and even if they fade they don’t completely go away. They’re always there. A constant reminder of how much life sucked. And I know under these casts I’ve got even more new scars. I don’t know how you can possibly still find me attractive. I’m going to look like a poorly stitched rag doll…”

I was sure of that. "She's just a little piece of shit," Scott said and threw a deadly glare at me. Tristan ran to him, and grabbed his neck tightly. For a second, I really thought that he was going to kill him, so I went over to them, and I stood at the middle of them to stop them Because of the fact that he was really angry, Scott pushed me with his left hand and I fell to the ground. Before I could say anything, Tristan was right beside me, trying to see if I was okay, and to see if Scott, or in Tristan's words, 'that bastard' hurt me in any way.

Tears stained his cheeks. “Yes, it’s me. Please, I know you hated my people but know that I have nothing to do with them. They tried to kill me too. I tried to save Asher and Zara but they dragged me away. They tortured me.” He held out his arm that has an ugly burned scar around it. Eve’s gazed soften.

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Like Felicia, he was a twenty-four-year-old son of Max's uncle. They had actually been in the same class in middle and high school. Felicia had to take a year off in their junior year after being seriously ill. She had gained thirty pounds and had a totally different appearance when she returned to school. The prettiest girl in college had become the ugliest, according to the stares, whispers, and derogatory remarks made about her. Despite his often harsh words, Luke was the one who helped her get through that difficult time.

Behind her, an older woman, later identified in the comments as Vivian Shaw, added something about “training children like pets.” The video was under two minutes. But by the time it hit 7:15 PM, it had been reposted on five major fashion gossip accounts. By 7:43 PM, it was trending on T*****r under: #GlitterShoesGirl #ShawScandal #SaySorryLila By 8:00 PM, it was on TikTok, with people duetting it to express their outrage, disbelief, and heartbreak.

However, since we were in public, he couldn't shout or lose his temper at me anymore. And so, I walked into the event venue with the injuries on my face, my hair in a bedraggled mess, and my entire being soaked in rainwater. Everyone stared at me in shock. Meanwhile, Johann actually looked embarrassed and thought of trying to explain things when Eva suddenly appeared next to me and draped a towel over my head. "Ms. Castro! How could you make yourself so unpresentable just to beg Mr. Garner for his forgiveness? "I must say, I admire you for your guts, but what's the point of turning yourself into such a mess and embarrassing Mr. Garner in public like this? You're doing this on purpose, aren't

Trevor grimaced and scrunched up his face before pouring himself another drink. He wrapped a gauze which was in his gym shorts and wrapped it around his bloodied hand before grasping the wine glass and gulping down what he had poured. His head reeled and he sat on the stool in front of the bar, staring at nothing. "What can't I stop the urge for blood? Why the hell am I different?! I am a fucking monster!" He snatched the glass from the counter and flung it across the room. The glass shattered and Trevor covered his ears with his hand, then let out a toe-curling scream.