Travis Stoll Novels & Stories

I had finished reading and was prepared…somewhat. The car was more luxurious than the one I had ridden previously. The same man was on the driver’s seat again. There was another man whose name was James. He was probably a gamma. I let out a small sign as I decided to look at the file, just to occupy myself. Today, I was woken up by Clarissa, the file still in my hand and she had been worried that I would suffer pain in my neck because of how I had fallen asleep. The radio silence from Isaac felt odd but welcoming. I don’t think I could have tolerated his presence after that little incident.

she stuttered, her smile growing thin. Mr. Daniel raised his head for the first time. When Phoebe saw his expression, she knew at that moment that everything had slipped from her. She had lost her job, and it wouldn’t be restored no matter what. “Miss Phoebe, do you know who you messed with?” Hesitantly, she bit her bottom lip and shook her head. “No.” “The owner of the sperm you mistakenly inseminated into somebody else is Mr. Rivera…” He sighed. “Travis Rivera. The founder and CEO of TR Group of Companies.”

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Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

Carter was worried about Keller so he asked Stoll to check on her, Carter thinks Keller respects Stoll so much that she will consider his advice. Stoll left Gasper’s house and tracked Keller’s position, for safety purpose he installs a tracker on Keller’s phone which he himself gifted her last year. By tracking location, he just wants to conform if she is in a safe area. When he saw a place cheap like that bar, he drives there without thinking. When he reached there Keller was no were so see he saw her phone on a corner sofa.

no way! why am I bent in such an angle like a baby in the womb, what is happening to me? I took a look at my position, my breath got stuck in my throat as I realized I was inside a rope like thing, no,...wait, I am in a FUCKING trap. This isn't funny any more, am I going to die as food for carnivores as I become their special treat. No, I can't be thinking that, then can anyone tell me why I was stuck in a fucking trap, this is too

“I’ve seen you in action. You’re strong. You can handle the problems in your pack. You can handle anything, including coming out.” “Being with you is better than anything I’ve ever experienced,” Stoll said after a moment of inner struggle. “I think about you all the time. I miss you when I’m not with you. I want you, but I can’t think about it.” “About what?” “Any of it. I can’t. I just, I can’t.” “You’re willing to give us up because you don’t want people to know you’re gay?” “I’m responsible for my pack. I can’t do anything to jeopardize that.”

Termination— Gravehowl hits it. The impact is apocalyptic. They collide mid-field, shockwaves ripping outward, flattening trees for miles. I’m thrown backward, Ethan crashing down on top of me as the world turns into noise and pain. When I claw my way upright, panting, I see them locked together—Gravehowl’s massive jaws clamped around the Architect’s arm as it tries desperately to phase, to escape. It fails. Gravehowl rips.

I don't want to have any connection with Travis anymore. *******