Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

"Is Alessandro fucking this one too?" Not expecting the accusation, my eyebrows twitched in surprise. He wasn't directly asking me the question, but I felt the need to answer. Unfortunately, another guy beat me to it. This one had a scar running from the left side of his forehead, down to his chin, making it look like he was wearing a kind of half mask. It definitely made him look more dangerous. He looked just as ripped as Alessandro, wearing a fitted tee that accentuated his muscles. "She has a room here." Mop-like hair's eyebrows rose to his fucking hairline. "She must be a really good fuck, huh?"

“Now, what are you going to do? Do not mind what the two of them said, by the way. They are just a bunch of motherfuckers. Follow what you truly want to do. I believe you have something else better than what janvic had suggested.” “I hope I really had. But I don’t. that is why I think I am just going to follow what janvic had suggested. It might really do sound terrible and brutal, but it is the only way that I think too, that would save me from this mess. It is just a cut in the abdomen. It will not cause me my life. It is just a cut, and yes, I will bleed, but with correct and proper execution, it would not turn out as bad as it sounds.” Travis went to the cupboard that was positioned on t

He didn't mind her skin color like most pricks do. Even though I hated it when they start making out in front of me, I would say to myself,"They're just teens with hormones that are hard to control." "Morning Tess," Scott greeted as he turned swiftly at me. "Hey blondie,"I replied back , ripping off the protection on the chocolate bar. I plugged in my earphones and Drake's God's plan blared into my ears. I could see Scott and Ivy whisper into each other's ear. They looked really happy unlike me, my life sucks.

The bartender gives her a look. "Gin and tonic. Make it two." A deep masculine voice pipes in. The man peers over at the oblivious girl beside him. She looks even more pathetic at a closer look. When the bartender hands him his order, he slides the other one to her. "What did you do? Swim your way over here?" he asks, a sardonic smile on his handsome face. His playfulness disappears when he notices bright fresh scars visible underneath the girl's sheer long-sleeves. She shivers.

I filled a bucket with cold water and went back to them. I emptied the cold water on their bodies, they woke up with a start. I threw the bucket away and began laughing. The water had made the mascara smeared on Jack,Jace and Erick faces making them look like monsters coupled with the lipstick and as for Stacey she used her cheesy hands to clean her face and her face became covered with cheese. I laughed falling on the ground, they looked funny and stupid. "WHITNEY " they yelled sending me murderous glares as I tried to muffle my laughs but I couldn't help it.

Scot just wants to die and go to her. ……….. Scot placed a bouquet of white roses on Zoe's tombstone and looked at the picture of her. That picture was taken by him. "That's ugly, why can't you take a beautiful picture Scot?" Zoe threw her scarf at him and yelled. Scot laughed seeing her angry face. "That's not my fault. It was just because you're ugly!" Wanting to tease her even more he said. Then she looked at him for a while and made a snowball before throwing it at him with fury. Scot couldn't help but laugh seeing how cute she was.

he asks angrily, his temper flaring. “Letty has been nothing but nice to me. Unlike all of you, she hasn’t treated me like shit for the mistake I made when I was eighteen and stupidly in love with someone I failed to see would never love me back” Scarlet told me that she knew the truth. That Travis opened up to her when their relationship became serious and after she noticed I was excluded to some family dinners and get together. “Please leave, Travis, and don’t come back. In fact consider me dead and forget you ever had a sister named Ava”

He started patting my back gently and I soon relaxed into his hold. I breathed in his scent and it sort of calmed my raging and turbulent soul. All the confusion I felt earlier began to dissipate and I leaned into his hold. "Nathan?" I called against his chest. "Yes, my Luna," he answered. "I thought getting healed from the scars on my body was going to put an end to my problems," I began. Nathan moved his hands into my hair and began to play with it by running his fingers through it. "I had no idea that the scars only changed their original position. . ." I trailed. "From my skin to my soul," I muttered. "And every day, it gets worse. . ." I went on.

“Shit, I wasn’t going to say anything to him. I was only messing around with you.” I loosen my grip and pat his cheek. “You see, that’s your problem, always the fucking joker. One of these days, someone is gonna put your ass in check.” “And for the record, I was never interested in Celeste in the first place. I mean, she is beautiful. If anything, you’re right up my alley, Vance.” “What?” “I’m not attracted to women.” “You mean…” “Yes, I’m gay. I’m surprised you haven’t figured that out by now. All I’m saying is I could care less about your twisted taboo Daddy’s best friend romance.”

Scar flinches when a voice snaps her out of her bored mind wandering, only to see Scott’s face. “Not as happy as you,” Scar snorts not without sarcasm, “…PRINCE Scott.” Scott’s smile is bright and sunny like any boy in the neighborhood. “Sorry I didn’t tell you earlier,” Scott makes a bitter face, “I guess I…I wanted you to see me for me, not any title that was coming my way.” “In case I said yes to you for the heritage you were going to get?” Scar folds her arms, sneering, “That was a lousy assumption--”