Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

He excitedly said, "Honey! Did you hear that? We're going to have a baby!" Nicholas' expression turned stormy. He pressed his lips into a thin line, his teeth grinding. As we left the doctor's office, Nicholas suddenly blurted out, "Olivia, just have an abortion and divorce Lucas. I can marry you and act as if none of this ever happened." Lucas, caught in the euphoria of impending fatherhood, felt his temples throb at these words. His eyes darkened as he glared at Nicholas. "Nicholas, if you're picking a fight, I'm ready," he said coldly.

Stick with me okay . Riss -Okay...Dad Ben -Tch!Sugarpie or heartbeat would have been more better . Riss-Sugarpie my left toe . Ben -You are impossible.Let FaceTime I want to see your pretty face . Riss-Flattering me again . Ben -Am not .You are the most prettiest girl have ever met . Riss-Awwn and you are the most ugly guy have ever set my eyes on Ben -than...Wait ugly ?!!!

I waved my hand impatiently. Seeing how casually I spoke, Keven had no choice but to go along with it. I thought I was mentally prepared for it. But when I saw my reflection on my phone, I burst into tears. I buried my face in the blanket and cried uncontrollably. Kevin was at a loss, not knowing how to comfort me. From the blanket, I asked unhappily, "Have I turned ugly and horrifying now?" Kevin replied, "No way! You're the prettiest woman in Dainsclef Village."

He looked at me as he heard me coming out of the bathroom. "Thanks for the shirt. I'll go now," I said and started to head for the door. "Wait!" I halted. "Stay for a minute. The party is kinda boring," he said. True. It was kind of lame. Spilling beer on the former high school bad boy was the most interesting thing that happened so far. I sat down on the chair in front of him. "You are one of the Brown sisters, aren't you?" he asked. "Yeah! I'm the ugly one!" I blurted out.

I follow his gaze, wondering who is stupid enough to pick a fight with him. And there he is. “Hey, Grimm!” A bald mountain of muscle with tattoos crawling up his neck and skull sticks his head through our tent flap. “Keep your little spies out of our space.” Graham Scott. Enervoltz rider. Professional asshole. “We caught him snooping,” he adds, lips curling. Scott has hated me since … forever. But more since last season. Since the accident. Since his teammate and best friend died. He blames me. “Since Reaper is clearly the better team,” I call back lightly, stepping forward, “why would we need to spy on you, Scott?”

Was that why so many had described her as ugly? I could show those fucking bastards what real ugliness was. I could scar each of their faces, to punish them for making her feel bad over something as insignificant as those scars. I would make them all apologize to her on their knees for every tear I ever heard her shed. They clearly hurt her enough to make her believe I would walk away from her just because of that. My silly, silly mate…

“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.”

Josh exclaimed panicked "I don't care! I don't fucking care! This idiot needs to know!" Tristan said determined with his actions. He found the clip he needed and threw it at Jaxon. Jaxon on the other side was extremely confused. He could not connect the dots nor interpret what was happening. Tristan threw his phone at Jaxon and he picked it up and proceeded to watch what was happening. A bulk of tears formed in his eyes as it felt as if the entire world was lying to him. He could not take the pain as he fell on his knees, his heart shattering into millions of pieces as every word was spoken.

He turned to face me, rubbing his head. “What?” I but my lower lip nervously and shifted my feet. “You know… a condom? Protection?” Scott looked disturbed and disgusted. “What hell no, Mia! That’s gross. Why the heck would you ask me for that? Goodness! I gotta erase that from my mind now. Thank you very much.” He rubbed his eyes. “Okay, no need to get so weird about it.” I muttered. Scott shut the trunk hard. “I do not want to talk to you about you having… ugh. You’re a kid!”

I tried to hold back, but I burst out laughing. It was easier for me to accept people saying I was ugly, unattractive, a villain, cursed, and all the other bad words than to hear compliments. From any perspective, I wasn't fit to be a model. Who would want to look at and admire this ugly me? "Sorry, I'm not a teenager you can trick. I have no potential to become a model. Do you think I'll believe all your sweet words?" I taunted. "I know you won't believe me. Come to the address on the card tomorrow or whenever you can. I'll show you that I'm not lying. My photographer is ready to take pictures and show your potential that you or anyone else is unaware of."