Trevor Henderson Face Novels & Stories

I asked as I noticed that Trevor didn't have the boxing gloves with him. "We won't be needing them," he replied. "Oh!" I furrowed my brow slightly. "I thought we'd be needing one." "In a real-life confrontation, no one will come at you wearing that," he responded. And he was absolutely right. We stood facing each other at this point. "Hit me. Hit me as hard as you can," Trevor instructed. I looked at him, slightly confused. "Go on. Hit me with all you've got." I chuckled a bit, then I shrugged, pursing my lips. I twisted my neck and flexed my arms.

However, he still said calmly, "Jenna, Hansen might have some other matters to attend to. Have some rest first. He will return once he's done with it." "No, Dad. Hansen is in big trouble today. I just want to ask if you know about it?" Since Jenna had come, she would not leave that easily. She knew that such a thing could not be left unattended. So, she simply went straight to the point. Surely enough, Trevor's face was filled with shock. "Jenna, how do you know? What happened to him?" Trevor lifted his head and looked at her face with his fine eyes. As soon as he lifted his head, Jenna's heart trembled for a bit when she saw his grey hair.

Henderson is the cool alpha, and he takes care of everything. world that needs help,” Trey tells me, patting my arm. - You do not need to be afraid. “You're kind, Trey,” I reply in a forced voice. “It's nice to meet you. “We'll be friends when you're better,” he says and lowers his voice. “The forbidden god told me. I frown, wondering who the hell he's talking about, but I don't have time to ask when Henderson and Saffron come back to me. Henderson waves to Saffron and she puts an arm around Trey, forcing him toward the stairs and up them.

When will they ever learn? “You bitch!” Trevor grunted while covering his face with his hands. But I wasn’t done. As soon as I was out of his grip, I grabbed his hair with both hands and introduced his face to my knee. When my knee connected with his face, I could hear his nose brake and smell blood dripping on my pants and shoes.

Even though it's not for Trevor, just for entertainment, all my protest to stay away from the rink was just in vain because she still made me go. As the game started, my stomach felt like hard rock. It wasn't even up to ten seconds, commotion had started. Trevor pulled his helmet off, that new hairstyle made him wicked and untouchable. Everyone's confused, then, he pushed a member of the Aceshield striker who fell on ice. I don't even know what happened, then he pounced on him, throwing punches. Aceshield strikers gathered Trevor to pull him away and when they succeeded, blood was all over the guy.

They looked like judges. "Sit down, Liam," the Dean said. He didn't smile. I sat in the hard chair across from them. "We are here to discuss the incident from Thursday night," the Dean began. He opened a folder. I saw a picture of Carl in his hospital bed. His face was swollen and purple. I looked away. "The injuries to Mr. Henderson are quite severe. He has a fractured jaw and a concussion." "He attacked me," I said, my voice sounding louder than I meant it to. "He was trespassing on campus. I told him to leave, and he lunged at me. I was just trying to stop him."

I held his arm. Tripp stood up with a monstrous glare as if he ready to take part in a brawl. "What?! You don't believe me? Why don't we ask her directly then? You want to ask her, that's the truth! Fuck waiting patiently! That's not true! Who wants to wait anyway?" Trevor didn't look at me but he held my waist and pulled me down the couch before he put his hand on Trevor's collar and punched him. At that very moment, life flashed before my eyes. Tripp got knocked to the floor and I got goosebumps when I saw blood from his lips.

a cold, familiar voice interrupted him. Hendrix furrowed his brows. Dan quickly turned to face Beatrice. "Mrs. Freeman, Mr. Freeman is—" "What happened to your face?" Beatrice cut him off, her sharp eyes instantly zeroing in on Hendrix's injuries. Her expression darkened. "Are you dating someone?" "No," Hendrix answered flatly. "Then, what's with the injuries?" "Ran into something," he replied without hesitation, his tone brisk and dismissive. Beatrice frowned, and she turned her attention to Dan, who immediately dropped his gaze.

Hendry asked knowing his Mom can be a bit dramatic at times. "Well, yes, now that flirty PA of yours is making a move to my other son. What is going on Hendry? He gave Holden scratches?! On his face! And his back is bruised like he was pushed!" "Mom, Holden was about to rape my boyfriend! Don't make me come there and beat the shit out of him! Sloan had to have a headscan, Holden slapped him and the side of his face hit the dashboard. Sloan has a bruised face!"

"Please!" Trent shrugs and lets out a sigh of defeat. "Fine! It's Jordan Henderson!" "Good job Becca," Tim tells me on the other end. "That's sad... We are going to miss him on the team. "First of all, I don't know who the hell Jordan Henderson is. "Yeah," he shrugs. Tim tells me to ask him something that makes my heart sink. Tim requests me to ask him about Sophie. I honestly wasn't expecting this. I go silent for a while then I finally gather up the strength quickly to ask him the question since time is not on our side and the cameras are on.