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.

Stowaway. Chapter five. Aiden's point of view. I look down at our beautiful boat the Mary Jane; we named her after our precious Grandmother when I say our I mean myself and my three brothers, Noah, Jack and Carter. The Taylor brothers. We've spent hour after hour painstakingly restoring our beautiful Mary Jane back to its original glory, well apart from the few modern features we've installed, mostly the modern kitchen and the power shower in the bathroom. I mean we're all big guys and the tiny cubicle that was in there before it just didn't work.

Both men looked really sore with jealousy while the Boyle brothers listened to me attentively. But then something happened. Halfway through the presentation, the door opened and two men walked in. They hadn't looked at me yet and were now greeting the Sy brothers. One of them was slightly older, with salt and pepper hair and a lean physique, while the other one was really ugly. Except that he wasn't ugly and I was lying; because Stav Trajano was many things but ugly was not one of them. Yes, Stav Trajano, my ex-secretary, in all his flesh and glory, was standing in front of me.

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.”

Some don’t rise at all. My chest tightens painfully. Ethan presses close, his head bumping mine. “We’re still standing.” I swallow hard. “We lost three.” Gravehowl lowers his massive head, eyes dark. Their names are carried now. They will not fade. The Prime steps forward, gaze sharp. This was a probe. A test. My stomach knots. “Meaning?” Meaning the Architects now know the Hunt is real, Gravehowl answers. And they will respond accordingly.

Redhead introduced, nodding towards the brunette. "And I know you are the infamous Trevor Saint Williamson," Tricia added with a giggle. Trevor grinned as she emphasised his name. He wasn't surprised she had recognised him right away. Most people knew who he was due to him being constantly in the media, whilst only a few knew he was the owner of the clubhouse. "It's a pleasure to be finally this close to you." Tricia grinned, then nudged Lauren, who was staring at the dancefloor. Lauren flashed Trevor a smile, then whispered in Tricia's ear, "I think this is your time to get close to him. You have wanted to do this for a while now."

“Have you heard of Ms. Stoll, President of Stoll Corporation in Annenburg? Casey Stoll was a woman who looked like a man. If it were not for her getting married and her pregnancy being almost due, many people would have thought that she was actually a man.