Travis Scott Ugly Novels & Stories

She had to as she had no one to go to, most especially now that she’s pregnant. Scott Hunt had been diagnosed for having Antisocial Disorder which no one knew about aside from his psychiatrist, Jess, and Kaiser. He was great in manipulating people without feeling any remorse. Even Samantha, an exceptional psychiatrist hasn’t seen through him—not even Takumi. Everything he has shown to everyone he calls as "friends" were all fake and he regrets nothing. Scott is also the son of an underground leader who lures cursed people into opening a portal between heaven and hell.

Scott and said, "I'll do as I promised, but kindly keep your son in check, Mrs. Scott." Mrs. Scott eyed Tristan in helplessness and exasperation. Soon, her bodyguards dragged him off. The haughty Tristan, who always carried himself in a calm and composed manner, was now acting like a petulant child. Out in the hallway, he rolled around and threw a tantrum, calling my name repeatedly. "Claudia! I know I made a mistake! Please, Claudia!" Mortified by his display, I tried to block out his cries by hiding under the blanket.

“I want this bastard dead, too. Don’t ask me why. I’ve heard about the shit he’s involved in, and he deserves to die. He’s giving us all a bad name.” “I can understand that. Anything else?” “Reimbursement for the gas used. And I’m sending you the cost of whatever supplies it takes to patch me and my men up. Deal?” “Oddly fair. Deal.” I reached out to shake on it, but Scott looked at my bloody knuckles in disgust and refused. I snorted. “Afraid of blood, are you?” Priss, I thought. “Mild germaphobe. I’d rather not.” “Whatever.” I sighed. “Let me help you back to the hotel.” Scott sniffed. “It’s the least you can do.”

“I don’t know why they keep people that look like her around people like us. What if her ugliness is contagious?” “OMG I know right and her kind of ugly has to be contagious. Plus I think she touched me” “Ewww. We’re so getting you soaked in sanitizer” I exhaled and kept walking while they laughed. I have always been the ugly duckling for as long as I could remember and I suppose pretty people get to do what they want to me and I have to stay put and shut up. It’s not like I was expecting anything better. There was really nothing amazing about me.

“I am a person who is... practical and realistic. Hailey laughed and said, “If someone is ugly, then they are ugly, and vice versa.” Travis replied, “The range of people you think are charming is too broad.” He pointed with a finger at the hero’s face, where the video had stopped. “This guy is ugly. It’s a waste of time and life to look at them.” Hailey looked at Travis resentfully. Then, her gaze drifted to the ambiguous hero on the tablet. Suddenly, she felt that the TV drama she was currently watching was boring.

I was slower, which caused my left arm to be scraped by the shards. With the pain came overwhelming despair and regret. Yes, I regretted it. I shouldn't have foolishly tried to use a child to tie Nicholas down. It was my own stupidity that dragged me into this mess. When I decided on the pregnancy termination, Tracy learned of it and counseled me not to do so. "Olivia, Nicholas wronged you, and I apologize on his behalf. But I've always treated you as my own daughter. For my sake, keep this baby, so I have a chance to hold a grandchild."

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?”