Gta Characters Trevor Novels & Stories

He didn't forget to grab Queenie’s soft chest. "Alright, clean the place," Trevor ordered coldly, he sat on the sofa and started smoking. A few of them took out their white gloves very professionally. They rummaged through the boxes to retrieve valuable items and then arranged for them to enter the rooms to rob and gang up on others. Before he left, he even called the police. If this matter were to spread in S city, there would be no way for Queenie to continue being human ever again. But this was exactly the result that Trevor wanted.

“They got there before my parents and the rest of reinforcements could. We took out all the hunters, but at the cost of several rogues and a few of our warriors - including Trevor’s parents. But, the key hunters of this particular family weren’t there, so I think they knew it was a ruse. “Trevor left the pack when he turned twenty - six years after this battle. He kept hopping around for a while, before he settled back down in the same college town he met you in. He always claimed he was out looking for his mate, but that was bullshit because he knew who his mate was the second she turned 18. I gave him the benefit of the doubt; he and his mate have been arch enemies since they were kids so

Though it was getting late, he knew the right person to talk to. Trevor pulled into his older brother Ted's driveway nineteen minutes later and killed the car engine. He was just getting out of the car when Ted's boys, Flynn and Jason burst out of the front door, screaming uncle Travis! Uncle Travis!” “Hey boys!” They ran to him, and he gave each one of them a manly hug. His brother, Ted, was already waiting in the doorway. The brothers greeted themselves with their usual shoulder- bump and the boys settled back in front of their video game to continue what they were doing before.

"And please call me Jessi." Over a late-night dessert of homemade chocolate cake, Jessi learned that Cara and Trevor worked together at the Weather Channel. "Trevor was recently moved to the overnight show, Monday through Friday," Cara explained. "He was able to switch shifts today, and then he's off all weekend." "Are you from Atlanta?" Jessi asked Trevor. "No, ma'am, I grew up and went to school in Oklahoma. I've never been this far south before." Jessi grinned. "I'm sure Cara will want to show you all around the area. All the various scenes of her misspent youth."

His eyes were glossier than usual, but his broken voice was what confirmed that he was indeed at the verge of tears, “I’ve fucked up.” While that was not news to me, I couldn't help but grow concerned of him, "What's wrong?" "That's Douglas. The man you just met." He mumbled, "He's the mafia don I'm working with."

"It's too hard; I loved my grandfather, and he was about to tell me about the blood." Tim gave him a tight smile. "Rest a little bit; you will be fine." Tim walked away with the betas and gammas. Tristan walked toward Trevor and held his shoulder. "Let's go inside, shall we?" Tristan suggested. Trevor glanced at Tristan and noticed how much effort Tristan was putting into controlling his emotions. Trevor nodded, and they walked towards the building. "I think whoever is doing this is trying to get us..." Tristan was saying. The side of Trevor's eyes caught the sight of an arrow. The arrow was coming straight at Tristan. He didn't want to be like Luna, so he pushed Tristan and himself to the g

He stands with Ruby and Ash and watches Trevor. “Ok, Trevor. You will walk through the field and if you attack a person within the span of ten minutes, you will start over. If you attack them, you will not like what you face. Are you ready?” Trevor thinks he can handle it just fine. “I got this Rex,” boasts Trevor. “Begin then,” orders Rex. While Trevor goes, Ash, Ruby and Hector all talk by the tree. “So can I get my date tonight after all this Ruby?” asks Ash.

I finished the pancakes and took the plates to the sink to clean them up, Blake held me from behind and kissed me softly on my neck. “Have you ever gone hiking?” he asked. “No, not yet,” I replied. “Well...brace yourself, we're going hiking,” he said as he kissed me again on my neck. As he turned and walked towards the door, I had a vision. I saw Trevor standing close to a lake, he had a symbol on his neck, I recognized it from the briefcases of the men who started the fire at Blake’s party. He was dressed like the men from the party and held a similar briefcase in his left hand, and a gun in his right. He looked directly at me, called my name, and vanished.

“I think dying by your hand would be better than dying at theirs.” “Theirs?” I prompted. “That’s all I’m saying.” He drew his arms and legs towards himself in a stubborn gesture. I sighed and drew my thumb and finger across my eyes in frustration. “What’s your name kid?” He frowned at me. “Trevor,” he said petulantly. “Well, Trevor, if you tell me what you know, I promise I'll protect you from them.” “You can't protect me. You don't even know who...” he stopped himself and resumed his stubborn attitude. “Like I said, I'm done talking.”

"Get Gina out of here! The barrier is completely compromised!" "On it! And by 'it,' I mean retreating with maximum dignity!" Trevor yelled, though his actions completely contradicted his cowardly words. He lunged sideways, tackling a hunter who had tried to slip past the rubble to get to Gina. Trevor rolled onto his feet, planting a heavy, muddy boot into the hunter’s chest. "Honestly, black armor after Labor Day? The fashion police would execute you anyway!"