Travis Note Sally Face Novels & Stories

I had written a short note in the introductory panel. "The sun will still rise even when you're alone." I placed down my pen and picked up my phone. I scrolled through my contact list and noticed that Dominic's number was still blacklisted. I closed my contact list and placed my phone down on the desk. I saw my face reflected on the screen when it darkened. Only my face was clearly reflected.

Except for when Lauren had sensed what he did after seeing Tricia, no one had ever caught him until now. He wondered if she had seen him drained off Tricia as well. But it was a ridiculous thought since his room was on the tenth floor of the building. "I am happy you are not denying it." Trevor swirled, and his eyes collided with sea-green eyes. It was as beautiful as the seaweed and the rarest he had ever seen. She was blonde and petite. Also, she looks several years younger than him, perhaps, in her late teens. But he couldn't tell. She tilted her oval face, and her button nose wrinkled while her rosebud lips twisted down in disgust.

The tramp nodded eagerly. Sally would have just named her 'skank' out of jealousy for her looks, just to diss the tramp. However, seeing those clear, innocent eyes that clearly trusted her, Sally did not dare to mess around. After some thought, she said, "How about Dawn?" The tramp smiled and nodded. "That's great, since it's like a new beginning for me! I love that name!" Sally sighed in exasperation—she was not really thinking that far, but she just thought that the name Dawn sounded good.

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

I gestured to the lake behind us. Sally stood quietly and listened. When I finished my rambling she placed a light grip on my chin and brought my face closer to hers. She kissed me slowly and gently, caressing my face and chest. After a while, Sally pulled away and looked at me with so much love I almost had to fight to keep my tears at bay, I didn’t want her to see me cry.

We made our way further towards the trap when we heard a voice, it was a female voice and mind you it was the most beautiful voice I've heard, even in her scared state....she started blabbing about how she doesn't taste sweet or how the gods won't accept her flesh, the most funny one was her sayings no one will buy her organs as they won't work without her, she thought we were carnivores, she must have really been scared, my parents and sister fell into a fit of laughter but I just managed a smile, the soul must have been scared and I was the one

She nodded politely and greeted her, "Miss Yu." "Mrs. Ding, you don't need to be so polite with me. You can call me by my name. Also, since you and Tristan are friends, you must also call me Sally." After applying the face powder on her face, she took out a red lipstick and applied it as well. Then she turned to Crista and gave her a disdainful smile.

Khalid arrived with the car at the same time. “You've prophesied quite a number of times in just three months and I can't even remember them.” I sighed. “Who's here, Thalos?” “The ruin or the salvation of the wolf world. She's here.” He said, and I felt a chill run down my spine as I remembered the exact prophecy. “THE FACELESS LUNA IS HERE.”

She is in the kitchen, laughing and chit chatting freely with Trisha Damien the head salutary. Trisha wraps her hand around her shoulder and they are laughing together. She looks so cute but one thing I don’t understand is why Am I so attracted to her. It would be best to explain that we have an unseen bond. I take my hand off the railing of the staircase and walk to the entrance of the kitchen. I stand at the entrance. They are still talking when Trish turns and her glares at me. She is surprised and freezes on her words. “Alpha..” she blurts and Ivy quickly turns and her beautiful orbs fall on me. I don’t flinch as I love staring at her. Trisha whispers something into her ears. I wonder wh

It seemed to relax her a bit, though he could still tell her mind was wandering. The tiny bell Trey installed on top of the door dangled alerting them both of someone’s arrival. “Quite a fancy place you have here,” the soft voice said. Margaret’s recognition of the voice nearly froze her to the spot. “I’m sorry we’re not open for a couple more weeks.” Trey said. The short blonde woman smiled, looking around the place. “Oh, I can see that.” “Trey… this is Cami.” Margaret said through clenched teeth.