Trevor Henderson Chicken Ghost Novels & Stories

The scene went viral across Borevia City. I stared at it, torn between guilt and something colder. Could almost see her face—hope fading to anger, then to blame. She was probably furious. Probably calling me heartless. But she'd never think about what those hundred rejections did to me. Good thing I don't care anymore. Not about her. Not about anyone. Just me. *** Hedley's resignation blew up Quindt Corp. No one knew he and Sonia were a thing, so the place went feral with gossip.

We exchanged glances for a second, but I was quick to avert my gaze and I didn't even know why. They've got tattoos on their faces and arms down to their shoulders. It was in the middle of the road, the sides surrounded by a lake. The one with a bird tattoo stepped forward, his smirk wider than the rest. “Look who we have here. It's Ghost” he laughed. “The soulless dead man who is here to haunt us today. Oh, I'm getting scared” another said. They laughed, and I let them hold their peace before they ended up in misery.

Let’s hope this steer from Martinson Brothers out of Rapid City gives them an opportunity to win some money. Both these cowboys are the real deal folks. Edgard’s family owns a large cattle operation in his native Brazil, and everyone recognizes the name Glanzer. Trevor’s father, Tater, was world champion header twenty years ago. And…they’re off!” Trevor’s horse, Chess, put on a burst of speed as the rope circled above Trevor’s head. He hooked one horn and, lickety-split, Edgard caught the back legs and the steer went down. The crowd cheered.

The Chicken Dance blasted from the restaurant speakers and the men that had been chatting with us at the bar cheered. The man in the chicken suit put up his hands in a chicken beak gesture, opening and closing them. “Come on, Gigi.” He waved me to come to him. “It’s time for a chicken—." Before he could finish his sentence, I was already sprinting toward him, not listening.

I told him and we began eating the deep fried potatoe chips with chicken sauce. "Our tickets are here. " announced Trevor while pouring wine into his glass. "Where? " I asked while looking around. "There. " he said pointing to the table. I looked on the table adjacent us and caught a glimpse of two tickets. "Thanks Trevor. Thank you very much. " I told him. "It's okay. " he said dipping a chip into the chicken sauce. "No it's not okay. " I explained cleaning my mouth with a napkin. "You have been a life saver throughout this journey and I swear I don't know what I would have done all this while without you. " I confessed staring into his eyes.

The Chicken Dance blasted from the restaurant speakers and the men that had been chatting with us at the bar cheered. The man in the chicken suit put up his hands in a chicken beak gesture, opening and closing them. “Come on, Gigi.” He waved me to come to him. “It’s time for a chicken—." Before he could finish his sentence, I was already sprinting toward him, not listening.

Taking a small bite of it, he commented, "Mommy's chicken tastes way better than this. But since Mommy will get angry if I am picky, I will eat this one. Thank you." Trevor's last two words somehow had a rather great impact on Hyperion. Never did he consider that receiving a simple thank you would make him feel ecstatic and the irritation and annoyance he gathered so far seemed to be blown away by the wind. He took his seat across from him and watched his son eat his meal. A little while later, Trevor handed him one drumstick. "Uncle, you should also eat." "Trevor, as I said, if you are staying inside my house, you should call me Dad," he replied as he took the chicken being offered to him.

She lunged at me, her face a sickly pale green, her eye sockets empty black pits. I stood my ground. "He's not coming back," I said softly. "You can be at peace now." The ghost froze. Her shoulders trembled, and she let out a faint whimper, as if a great weight had been lifted. The black mist around her dissipated. Her form turned faint, then transparent, until she dissolved into a wisp of light that drifted toward the rose bushes. Lorenzo's eyes lit up. "Damn, where'd you learn that trick?"

Henderson replied fearfully while Glamora grinned and then puffed out the smoke of his Cigarette into Henderson's face "You did well Kid!" Glamora Whispered into Henderson Ears and by Multiplying his strength on the Fibre Wire, He pulled the Fibre Wire out while it cut through Henderson Neck and decapitated his Neck, his Head rolling on the ground while it left his body hanging lifeless on the Trap. "It seems Cornor was right after all, The Pack of Harrison really survived and are back in Los Angeles and I will do everything in my strength to hunt Every last one of them down!" Glamora said standing on his Feet while he threw away the Cigarette in his hand and placed a new one on his Lips

And now, when we met again, I was already bones in the ground—and she had become a powerful, influential billionaire. But Nicky was sick. And she needed me. So she came looking for me—the man she hated with every fiber of her being—and unleashed her vengeance on everyone I loved. But I was already dead. Suddenly, Adeline's cold voice cut through my thoughts, pulling me back. "If Samuel won't show himself, I'll just have to turn up the pressure." My stilled heart lurched. The next instant, Adeline gave the order. Her men swarmed my elderly father and hanged him alive—right there, in front of my grave.