Travis Westover Novels & Stories

I shrugged. "Are you sure?” He said and walked over to where I stood. He leaned in closer and whispered. "Are you sure, you don’t need me? In your life." He asked. "Very sure." I gulped and moved back. I was trying to get away from him, but he was following me. "So, you don’t need me. You are really fine with the life, you are living?" "Yes." I said. "You know, when you said, I wasn’t man enough to satisfy you, I thought to myself, there is no way, a woman, could resist me. I’m Travis Sinclair. I can satisfy anyone. Women beg me, to take them.” He said with so much pride and arrogance.

Max smiled, already imagining what his little girl would look like. "I don't want a child that looks like me... I don't want any of my kids to be an Omega!" Trevor stated sadly before falling silent until he could finally sleep. Every day since he had woken up and talked to Max, Trevor had been doing everything in his mind to get over his trauma. He did not want to be the reason everyone was worried and why his mate was losing weight and struggling every day.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

Travis had been a very curious being from the onset and this was what led to him being cursed by a very great witch at the age of ten. Twenty years ago, he and his twin brother were playing with other children when suddenly he heard screams from a particular abandoned house and decided to check what was going on. His brother Troy caught him going to that house and stopped him. But Travis being a very curious child made a mental note to find out what was in that house. So one day he came there alone, when he had a fight with his brother and he heard that scream again but this time it was louder as though it was happening very close to him.

Weaver gave a small bow and practically stalked out of the room, the sensuality coming off them in waves as they headed back to their lab to continue with the research. West watched them walk, enjoying the view, before sighing and running a hand through his hair and looking at his older brother. The guilt ate at him and when Sawyer woke, West would explain everything, the businesses he hid from them and why he was always leaving them with the work of the agency. He would tell them the truth, something he should have done a long time ago. He was Fae and far more like the Unseelie Court than anyone thought, he had to follow his magic's desires as much as his own. He just hoped they’d understan

Wendy's sarcastic cross-armed. "Ynaria, Wendy. Can you stop this?" Trist's disobedience causes both Ynaria and Wendy to be stopped-and it gets everyone's attention back. "Trist," Clement said, but Trist ignored it instead continuing to speak. "If I only knew this was going to happen. I hope I didn't agree," Trist said disappointed and shook slightly. "I'll admit, we've all been drinking, but don't get mad. I understand what you're going through in life and whatever we've experienced at the resort. Please, let's just forget the past, shall we?" Its suggestion. "This conversion is over, go home!" Trist's last word before he left the VIP room.

7AM, Travis’s alarm went off and he readied himself for the day. Once his supplies were ready, he placed his back pack on his back, headed out the door, and jogged to the cafeteria for breakfast. Being an athlete and a werewolf Travis consumed huge amounts of food, especially protein, to help support muscle growth and function and keep him at his ideal weight for competition. This was the last season Travis would play college ball. He knew he would be too busy in medical school and would never pass the screenings for the NFL, because of being a werewolf. Ironically, college didn’t test for wolf DNA, but the NFL did. Travis enjoyed playing competitively but knew that medical school and being

Even when he wasn’t there, he always had his trusted secretary, Hamish Wright, guarding the place. Under normal circumstances, West should have been in his office at this hour. However, Nina’s sudden episode had disrupted everything. As for Hamish, he happened to be out on another engagement. So, I entered the office with ease, and because he had left in such a hurry, his computer screen hadn’t even been locked. Very quickly, I found traces of Nina everywhere. West had saved her photos in countless folders on his computer, as if he needed to see her face at all times. Even when he used business trips abroad as an excuse, he had actually been accompanying Nina overseas, traveling and taking p

I hate the power he had over me, a power which he knew he had and relished using it. “Call it whatever you want,” his voice went back to being cold and he spun his wheelchair around that he was back facing the window. Tristan used to be different. Full of life and happy to be alive. He was Theo Livingston’s nephew. The Livingston’s had taken Tristan in after his parents died in a helicopter crash. Tristan was an adrenaline junkie, took hikes up rocky mountains, went sky diving, surfed in dangerous waters. That was until the accident a year ago, when he was climbing a cliff. He fell and broke his back and became paralyzed from the waist down.

“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.