Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

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.

"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

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.”

“I don’t know how Kill did it. How he endured you. Touching you, seeing you. It must’ve been torture. Covered in scars, all bones — you’re a sore sight for any man’s eyes.” Tears slipped down my cheeks, but the sting of the insects felt distant , like pain remembered, not lived. The ache in my chest was louder. Deeper. Was I really that ugly? That disgusting? Bitch. Ugly. Disgusting. No man will ever love you. You’ll never find happiness. You should’ve died with your mother. Die, die, die, you whore. And just like that, darkness took me. And I didn’t fight it this time.

She said in fear. Then he turns around towards her and sees her in disgust. He looks mad from the way he sees her. His old face indicates that he"s an old geezer (though he"s still around 40, he has time to repent, but let"s go calling him old geezer OK?), she can smell nicotine from his breath, not to mention his Tosca brown skin, the sweat falls from his top beautifully and a toxic breath which smells nicotine and dead rat as if it can melt iron. This kind of event means that she has faced big trouble.