Travis Taylor Book Novels & Stories

Also, he could read anyone's thoughts if he wanted, but he believed it was a privacy invasion, and he only did it when necessary. Right now, he had tried his best not to, but he couldn't help himself as several women in the club had his name in their thoughts. "Hello, beauties," Trevor mumbled. He nodded toward the bartender, who had a huge grin and was about to take his order. "Dirty martini." He husked, and the bartender, whose name on his badge reads Timmy nodded. "I'll take sex on the beach." The redhead in the two women winked, then turned to Trevor.

I had a low chance of winning but that didn't stop me from sticking to my plan. When I heard footsteps approaching, I straightened into perfect posture. I secretly smiled victoriously as I saw that it was Travis more. "Hi! I hope you do not mind if I join you," he said in a tone that would make any woman's heart skip a beat. "Yeah, sure. You own this hotel, Travis Moore, so you don’t really need to ask for permission," I replied, deliberately emphasizing his name. "You know me?" he asked, though he didn’t sound surprised.

I only had a year to find my answers, no distractions was a good way to start. "Venus, honey, are you ready?" My mom called me from the kitchen, as I opened my bedroom door. "Yes, mom be right there." I called back. Walking towards the kitchen, I was singing Famous Last Words out loud. "I am not afraid to keep on living, I am not afraid to walk this world alone, honey if you stay I'll be forgiven, Nothing you can say can stop me going home. Can you see my eyes are shining bright? Cause I'm out here on the other side of a jet black hotel mirror and I'm so weak..."

His fingers rubbed his forehead gently. He exhales sharply and drags a hand down his face. He cannot even fully blame himself. He returned long before Dawn did. Time blurred faces and names. Jim barely came home after the fights with his parents about Kayla. Her existence faded into the background until now. “Come with me,” Travis says quietly, already turning toward his office. Dawn follows him, her free hand occasionally reaching up to check on Asher, smoothing his back, pressing a light kiss to his head. Travis opens a drawer and pulls out an old folder, the edges slightly worn.

“I know. Creating a team was the better option. It’s just… too costly, but don’t worry, Babe. I believe in the guys we’ve chosen. Mr. Ronaldo was particular in choosing members who had passion.” “To the friends I had recruited personally, I believe they will have my back, and as for Luke?” Taylor hissed and said, “I gotta admit, he seems to have changed. I saw him reading a self-help book, which... wasn’t upside down.” “Pfft!” Charlie laughed. “Are you serious? What kind of book?” “One of those building habits books,” Taylor said before yawning. “Anyway, Babe, let’s get some sleep.” “Love you,” Charlie said.

“Yeah, I get how you feel. She’s a little extra sometimes.” I let out a small chuckle. “Honestly, she’s quite the character. Might actually go viral.” He shrugged. “That’s probably something her agency should think about.” But Adriana wasn’t paying attention to us. Her eyes were still locked on me. “Miss Taylor, could you sign something for me?” She hurriedly pulled two books from her backpack. I looked at them—hard copies of Beyond the World. My eyes narrowed slightly as I looked up, one brow arched. “Came prepared, didn’t you?”

Alizeh: 'I know, but I can't control my laugh! Varun: "I can say this also with that other meaning, but I am not like that na!" Alizeh: "I know that you are not like that, I know it really well knows! by the way when is my book coming!" Varun: "Maybe 23!" Alizeh: "Yayy, I will keep it with me always!" Varun: "You can also keep me with you always!" Alizeh: "I know, you can also keep me!"

"That makes it look like everything he says is true." "Responding makes it look like you care. This way we take the high road and let the book fade naturally." She was right. But I hated it. After we hung up, Alex asked what happened. "Trevor's book comes out next week. They moved up the release date because of my accident." "He's using your car accident to sell books?" Alex looked furious. "That's sociopathic." "That's Trevor. Always finding an angle." "We should respond. Tell people he's exploiting a traumatic event."

“Lucas, I’m not saying that you wouldn’t protect us bu....” “But what?” he asked, “Do you think I should just give up everything I’ve worked for? Cause I can tell you right now I’m not, I’m not stepping down. I have too many people under me to back out. It’s not always like this. You know it’s not always like this. I can take care of you, I can take care of this baby. You are supposed to trust in me, Taylor. Don’t you trust me?”

BOOK TWO: THE DEED Taylor On Friday, with the closing of the Mustang trunk, my time in Chicago ends. I cram all that I treasure tightly inside. My new life and new opportunities lie at the end of this road trip. My heart beats excitedly as I turn the key; the engine roars to life. I unlatch two locks then press the button allowing the top to open. Sunlight warms my face as the top folds neatly in back. The old-school sounds of Train's, Play That Song escape the speakers.