Gta Characters Trevor Novels & Stories

He turned to the nearest SUV and opened his lips to reveal his teeth. Clean and nothing in between. Perfect. “Excuse me, buddy, but can I help?” the guy in the passenger seat asked in a Brooklyn accent. Trevor shot up straight and looked at the man. He was sitting in the car with the window rolled all the way down. “Um, no, just needed your mirror for a second,” he said. Then he shrugged and walked off. Fuck it. I’m on a mission. “Crazy mothafucka,” the guy said as Trevor walked away.

The leader of the gang and his members were not that weak, so they were not completely crushed, but still, some of them could not do much more than fall to their knees. As the others were finally about to attack Max, they heard the police cars coming and in less than a minute there were suddenly police officers all around them. Trevor crouched down and looked at the old rag in front of him, like what he had done to her daughter last time. He smiled wickedly, "See, you should not have come and picked on me! I am not Max, who smiles with you every time to please his parents... I told your daughter that she will regret it, but I still gave her a way out. It's not my fault if this horny bitch co

Hearing Catelyn's arrogant order, Tracy was provoked. Trevor, once a mercenary, was involved in many shady deals. After she married Trevor, Tracy found that Trevor had been working for an important figure and that many things he did targeted Cedrick. So, she learned much about Catelyn and Cedrick. Today she especially came to insult Catelyn. She didn't expect herself to be slapped in public.

Lucas replied. "Oh dear" Grandma Xander muttered while shaking her head as she watch her husband and her grandson argue, they are always like this. She then turn her head to Avery. "It's alright dear, you don't have to worry about them. Just eat your food" Avery gave off a small smile before eating. ____ In the cold, dark street, Trevor came down from his car and walked to a corner where a guy on all black was waiting for him. "Hey, I thought you won't show up" The guy said as he let out a thick smoke from his lips.

Tigreal challenged him. "Are you fucking stupid or what?...how the hell does a blade beat up my gun?", Trev asked angrily. "It doesn't matter whether it beats up your gun or not. It's gonna be fun beating you with it anyway!", Tig chuckled as he patted Trev on the forehead and shielth the swords in front of him. "You wanna bet? Well let's go!" Trevor roared out loud, grabbing his pistol and rushing outside the house. "It's getting late already.....and this will make it more fun. Been a while Metropolis, you'll hear about me again", Trev says as he strapped on a ludicrous mask, which makes him resemble a Joker.

"Sorry, Danny. I just wanted to ask about the stuff in the basement you wanted us to burn." He glances briefly at Trevor's frowning face before he answers Morris. "Change of plans, there could be other useful shit in there. Forget I said anything." Morris nods and closes the door behind him. He glances around, but there's no one around. He pulls his phone out and sends the unknown number a text, confirming Trevor's presence at the strip club tonight. He got the text and the deposit earlier today, some guy named Gary contacted him. They just wanted to know where Trevor would be, but he isn't stupid. He knows they want to whack the kid. He then pockets his phone and looks up with his eyes clos

That was until three years ago when Trevor's greed got him caught in a trap of debt. "Winston came to Trevor asking for money. Trevor saw in Winston's face the same features as Wessel's and knew they were father and son. Wessel was gone, but he had told Winston how Trevor had taken Xever's daughter. To get some mercy, Trevor confessed he was the 'old friend'. "With Winston pushing and promising him things, Trevor spilled the beans that you had a guardian angel. He even teamed up with Winston to make you pay his huge debt of 450 dollars.

Detective Trevor Walters slid between their table and the next along with a few of the other local cops, most of whom were in their thirties. "Not at all," Scarlett said and glanced at the guys. She'd gone to school with Trevor and Liam Jones. Casey Smith was a recent transplant to the town. "Hey, I'm Trevor." He offered his hand to Cole, intently examining the other man. Trevor was tall, with brown hair and eyes that saw everything. "Cole." The two men shook hands then Liam stepped forward. One would never know looking at him in worn jeans and a threadbare shirt that the Jones family were swimming in money. They were salt of the earth, good people, who never forgot their roots.

I felt his hand on my cheek like hot coal and tears brimmed not from the pain but the hurt that he’d raise his hand on me. I looked up to meet his cold, red eyes. ‘Hit me all you want I will still say it; Zayn is not a killer’. His face contorted, I never thought he could look so ugly. ‘Well neither am I but I’m gonna change that’. He looked to Trevor who had been quiet as usual. ‘What do you say we make the mo’fucker bleed?’ Trevor took a drag from his stick ‘Kill him’. He mumbled but I couldn’t have heard it any louder. I watched Travis produce a gun from under his shirt and set it.

T R E V O R B R A N D O N, A T L A N T A' S most wanted man, was not feeling at all 'wanted' when Kristina walked in on him in an undisclosed location that must have been some kind of secret military base, given the forty-seven year old man's history with his father having been the commander of the National Guard before his tragic death. "When are you planning to let me go?" she asked him. Trevor did not respond, let alone look up at her from where he was busy working with some kind of sophisticated machinery that resembled a weapon like a large gun.