South Park Trent Boyett Novels & Stories

The younger boys behind them gradually greeted Trenton one by one. Trenton walked over, holding his nephew. He patted Sonny on the shoulder and smiled. “It's been a while, Sonny. You’ve grown so much taller. You’re a young man now.” Sonny chuckled. “You guys do always say kids grow up so fast, Uncle Trenton.” He was already in middle school. “That’s right. You kids grow fast, while we just keep getting older.” “Uncle Trenton, you’re still so young. How could you be old? If you say you’re old, then aren’t my parents even older?”

“What do you know about him?” “Uh, everything. His birthday is June 9th. He has seventeen tats and twelve piercings. His real name is Terrance, which he hates, so he goes by Trey. His middle name is Charles. Trey was born and raised in Los Angeles. His best friend is Brian “Master” Sinclair, who he met when he was eleven and they started a band called Crysys in 8th grade. He had a dog named Sparky when he was a kid. It got hit by a car. You know their song, “Good-bye Is Not Forever?” Trey wrote that about his dog. He—”

-he asked. I looked at him. -Nothing. We were just going to have lunch," I replied normally. I didn't see anything wrong with having friends and Colton had to understand that. -Relax, Rojita," the boy who called himself Trent told me, he saw Colton in a normal way. Not with hate and certainly not with fear. Easy-I can eat lunch by myself," he brushed past us, but without winking at me. When he left, Colton stood in front of me. He had an angry look on his face.

He mocked and they roared in laughter again. Paul just smirked. “We'll apologize and nothing more.” He said firmly. Eddie smiled and sat down, crossing his legs. “This is about to be interesting. I'll be merciful. Both of you should just kneel and kowtow fifty times then lick our shoes till they're shining. Atleast its better than loosing your hands” he said.

Not only did the little boy look like Tresh, he sounded like him too. Tresh chuckled, picking Trent up and putting him over his shoulders. “I have introduced Sean to you before. Unfortunately, his majesty decided to take a nap before the concert. This is our son, my firstborn, Trent Taylor aka little TT,” Tresh introduced his son proudly. “Yes, your mother here ran off carrying my child,” he added preemptively.

Jonathan pov It had been three years since the rogue attacks and Scarlett died Trent was a wonderful little guy and we loved him a lot. He was thriving here and everyday we told him we loved him and how happy he was ours. I knew shit would not always be easy but we would fight for it.

This was from Aaron. As usual, Trenton was still his quiet self but he was listening, I could see that his interest had piqued. He was always going to be the same guy who rarely talked and always acted like he did not care but deep down, I knew he did. He was so different from the rest of the Salvatore boys. So different but then again, I could not point out the difference.

"Is that a yes or a no?" "Spit it out already. What is it?" "We have a new baby. By we, I mean Mr and Mrs Carter" "Okay, that is good news. Maybe our investigation wouldn't end as badly as I thought it would" "Tell me everything then. Let's get this over and done with so I can track down my beautiful Lady Gwen and settle down with her" TC scowled "That's not funny" Ever since Trent found out about his little obsession with Gwen Carter, he thought it was funny to tease him about it every waking moment "You're going to end up with a broken jaw if you keep that up"

Even though I was beautiful it still didn't deter the crude attitude I had. "Anything" "Trent had always been friends since childhood, my father was his father's Beta and that brought us closer to each other. Trent had always been a kind person to even those that once bullied him;He had always been affectionate and good" Beta Kyle said with a smile on his face. "He used to be more naive during the early days of his childhood but then something happened–" "What happened?" I interrupted. It might have to do with his awkward attitude at the stream.

the boys gestured toward the second lobster roll. "No," She deadpanned. "Aw." Troy pouted. "Aunt Sande, is Mr. Santillan Mom's boyfriend?" Tristan asked. "Er... I wouldn't say that," Sande replied, cocking her head. "But he might be. Do you like him?" "Yes!" The boys chorused excitedly. "You know how Taron likes to act like the big bad wolf? Well, Mr. Santillan showed him who was the boss." "Really? Tell me everything!" Sande urged.