Novel & Cerita Travis Scott Ugly

💔Hidden Scars💔 (😱😵More Unraveled Secrets😵😱) By: Kã Mä Râ . . ✏Written By: _____Authoress Kamara✍_____ . #Season_2: ✨Episode 9✨ . . 💋Harley💋 I turn back and see him standing next to an all you can gift shop. He's not changed at all, only his hair have grown a little and he has a stubby beard right now.

No matter how hard I tried to look pretty… no matter the outfits I wore or the brands I put on… Felix had never once looked at me and said, You are beautiful, Mia. Well… I couldn’t really blame him. He had always seen me as ugly. And perhaps, in his mind, an ugly woman could never be called beautiful. But tonight… I scoffed. Tonight, we would find out the truth. Between the two of us— Who is really the ugly one? “Come on, Troy! We have to get going. You wouldn’t want us to be late, would you?” I said, snapping him out of the way he had been staring at me.

“I’ll be there in twenty.” Scott shows up wearing faded jeans, work boots, and a flannel that fits entirely too well for my peace of mind. His hair is a little messy, like he’s just come in from the field, and it takes all my self-restraint not to say “screw the painting” and fuck him right now. Scott whistles low, pulling me out of my illicit train of thought. “Damn, Harper. This is gorgeous.” “Thanks,” I mumble, feeling both a little vulnerable and a lot turned on.

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.

"Yes, Carolyn... Do you like me?" "I... I..." "Don't be scared, love. Just tell me the truth." Love? A-am I dreaming? Scott wouldn't... He couldn't... I'm the ugliest in the pack. I stand no chance in front of my sister. Tbc…

“Good.” He turned me around and pushed me forward until my hips hit the edge of the table again. This time he didn’t bend me all the way over right away. He flipped my dress up over my back so everything was exposed, then ran both hands over my ass cheeks, spreading them. I felt more of Ryan’s cum leak out of my hole and drip down. “Fuck, look at this,” Scott said, voice low and rough. “Your asshole’s still open. Cum’s still leaking out of it. Such a messy little slut.”

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.

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