Travis Viola Novels & Stories

“Hi. I’m Amirah. Viola’s friend. We need to go.” I nod. “Yeah. Sure.” She hands me my jacket back and I follow them closely as they make their way to the bar. Amirah orders something herbal and pushes it into Viola’s hands, making her drink. I stand off to the side, watching as Viola sags into a stool, her head in her hands. And just like that, she’s slipping away. That soft, silly version of her disappears with every sip. The moment is over. I exhale, turning toward the balcony again. The air’s colder now. But before I can take a single step, a crash snaps through the bar, glass, liquid, a gasp.

“Travis Rivera. The founder and CEO of TR Group of Companies.” Her legs weakened, and she staggered backward as soon as she heard that name. Who wouldn’t know who Travis was? Who didn’t? Even the baby in the womb could hear things about him. He was filthy wealthy, handsome, and had the qualities every woman wanted in a man. He was the perfect man in the country. However, he hated to be messed with. He didn’t fight, but he terminated his opposition without lifting a finger. That was how powerful and connected he was.

she extended her hand and covered the camera lens. "Do you want me to sue you?, you can't take my pictures" Vivian insisted. "Okay, I'm sorry for not introducing myself" he brought out a business card and handed it to Vivian "My name is Travis and I work with Elite modelling agency" Vivian parted her mouth in shock and closed it immediately. Elites modelling agency the biggest modelling agency in LA. Is this her dream Infront of her? she asked herself.

Of course, her computer freezes and then she is forced to find something else to occupy her mind. No matter how hard she tries, she can't concentrate and is simply not motivated to find something else to do. That is until she picks up her violin and starts playing sad songs. However, the familiar feel of the wood under her touch, brings back old memories of when she was young, before the accident. Placing the violin down on the leather loveseat, she cradles her knees as she pulls them up to her chest.

inspector Zenaye asked. "Thanks, Inspector. I'm his wife and you can call me Trisi." "Welcome madam Trisi," Inspector Zenaye salutes her. "No need for formality, just call me Trisi. I heard your conversation about my daughter taking after me, are you talking about Avie?" Trisi asked. "Is that her other name? Because your husband said her name is Heena," Inspector Zenaye replied. There's a cold look on Trisi, I know she must have been thinking why did Ro'Sau has to mention Heena's name here. Inspector Zeneya noticed the twitch in Trisi mood.

Vita heard the noise, yawn, came out of the room, just saw such a powerful scene, yawn half hard to stop, and then made a face to Viola Turner, and then covered her eyes with both hands, back to the room. Originally he thought that she was to return to the room to hide, but who knows she took out her mobile phone to the two of them to shoot. While shooting and tweeting, of course, it's a mosaic of the faces of Viola Tuner and Barry, after all, Viola Turner is a famous big man. "Little girl, you dare to take photos. You're dead." Viola Turner wants to struggle out of the control of Barry, but his strength is relatively small, and Barry is a trainer and does not say anything. It looks like he