It's Trevor Noah 소설 & 이야기

Not happening. There’s a phone taped to the top of the box, and the second my fingers brush against it, it rings. I already know who it is. I answer. “Liam, my boy,” Trevor’s voice slithers through the line, smug and satisfied. I don’t say anything. “I know your little dog of a brother spoke to Tamrin,” he continues, his tone light like we’re old friends catching up. “You can’t do that, my boy. You’re breaking the rules.”

But he was a problem that couldn't be ignored. I picked up. “What?” My voice came out harsher than intended. Trevor’s voice crackled as he laughed through the line. “Wow, someone is already feeling motivated. Good morning to you too.” “You sent the video to Chad,” No need to mince words. “So let’s skip the bullshit.” Trevor scoffed. “I don’t know what the hell you’re talking about, My man. Why would I care about your video? It's not my business who you choose to get beneath the sheet with… even if it's your stepsister.”

she said her voice low. We? Is she with him right now!? The tears I was holding back start to fall down my cheeks. “What do you mean we? Are you guys together” I yell. I can hear movement in the background and a male voice whisper something I cannot make out. “It’s not what you think” Trevor answers. So he is there and I’m on speaker phone. “It’s not what I think? Then what are you two doing together after what you did!? Are you guys still fucking?” A moment of silence passed.

This room also had less sound coming in. "Sup, Solano! Who's the chick?" Some guy with brown hair asked with a slur." Back off Lee. This is my little sister," Noah replied, sitting down on the free couch. I sat down next to him. "I'm Trevor, that's Caleb, that's Freddie, and that's Scott," a guy with black hair and gray eyes introduced. There were only guys here, and "Lee" is Caleb. "It's nice to meet you all. I'm Rochelle," I smiled.

Thank the heavens that I don't have to walk very far! I move over to the doorway and gently push the door open. I stand in the opening as I gaze into the room. Trevor is laid out on a bed with a blanket pulled up to his shoulders. He is pale and still, which freaks me out and horrifies me. I see Noah sitting beside him with his head in his hands and his mom, Millie is curled up in a ball on a chair on the other side of the room. “Is he.. dead?” My words barely come out as a whisper, but still, Noah looks up. Standing quickly, he moves over to help me over to the chair, where he seats me. “Are you okay?” He asks me and I nod.

“Renee isn’t answering her phone, and it’s her honeymoon. It’s just you and me to get this done.” Kat groaned. She should have just not answered her phone, too. “I need you to know there is a really, really handsome man sleeping in the next room right now that you are going to make me leave,” Kat informed Cassie. “Really, really handsome.” “Thor-level handsome?” Cassie asked. “Better. The body of Michael Phelps and the eyes of Paul Newman,” Kat replied. “Wow,” Cassie whistled. “Young or old Paul Newman?” “Does it matter?”

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“Who’s your mother?” Trevor lifted his chin. “My mother is Kara. The former Luna of this pack.” Both women froze. Kimmelly shivered. “I told you.” Izzy’s jaw tightened. She leaned in, whispering, “Do not let anyone know he is here.” Kimmelly’s voice broke. “Kieran needs to see his real child. Don’t do this. Please.” “Don’t tell me what to do,” Izzy snapped. Then she grabbed Trevor’s wrist, pulling him inside.

"We'll keep sleeping separately for now. There's no rush." A pang of guilt hit me. I had pulled him into my mess—asked him to help me escape a toxic situation and then dragged my past right into our wedding. But then again, in our circles, who didn't know about Jonathan and me? I nodded quietly, grateful for the space to breathe. Alone in bed that night, I watched a hashtag climb to the top of social media: [Jonathan Baxter Spotted Drinking Alone at 2 AM – Heartbreak Brewing?] The comments exploded immediately.

“Trevor, help me. She pushed me.” “What?” I almost yelled. Trevor took her off my grip and she started groaning and shut her eyes. “Trevor, I didn't. I just wanted to help her.” “Why are you being so mean? Is it my fault he ran into me? Wait, who are you?” “That's enough. Kehlani is my girlfriend.” Trevor said and aided her, walking towards the door. He opened it and they walked in. He gently placed her on the couch and I walked upstairs immediately. Before I could open my door, Trevor held my hands.