Trevor Henderson Face Novels & Stories

Trevor. He had aged quite a bit since the last time I had seen him. His hair was no longer clean cut but shaggy. His dark green eyes stuck out against his tan complexion, and his clothing was not as pristine as it usually was. Instead, his shirt seemed wrinkled like he had just rolled out of bed. It didn’t matter how many self-defense classes I had taken or how hard I mentally tried to prepare myself. The moment I was forced to come face to face with him, I forgot everything.

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.

I asked through a hoarse voice as a lump grew in my throat as I tried to hold back the tears. Even with the pain, he smirked, "don't worry babygirl, I'm perfectly f..." before he could complete his sentence the weird guy from earlier punched Daniel on his guts. "Stop!!" The impact made Daniel cough, "why would you do that he's already weak," "Oh, where are my manners," my attention went back to Uncle Ben, "this is Trevor," he said gesturing to the weird guy from earlier, "and he hates Daniel, so it's kind of personal."

He was very anxious, and his face was red. After all, this was his biological father. How could he stand by and do nothing? Just as he became so anxious to the point where he felt that he was lost, Trevor came back. He was overjoyed. Trevor stood there calmly. His gaze was grave and there wasn't much surprise on his face.

I'd be damned if I wasn't going to be prepared for anything. "Jesus, Keera." Trevor scolded lightly, taking the gun out of my hands and putting it back in my holster just before a buff guy with chin length black hair showed up in our line of sight. "You do not want to unnecessarily piss these people off with your antics," Trevor whispered urgently as the guy neared. His face showed a bit of disappointment but I didn't let it bother me.

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.

This was insane. "The one and only, beautiful." He said with a small grin. He just have thought he did something with that grin. I mean, he probably did; I was scarred from it. It was not only scary, but disturbing as well. How was he Trevor with a different face and physique? The physique could be blamed on the gym and all that, but the face? Did the gym construct faces too? "What happened to you?" I asked him, gesturing at his face. He let out a sigh at this, and finally proceeded to sit. He pulled out a stool across me and settled down on it, before saying,

I felt my face heat and he laughed. I rolled my eyes. "It's mine now. Sorry." He grinned, showing off a mouth full of perfect, straight white teeth, and took off his sunglasses revealing light green eyes. "Nah, I'm joking. Are you Kelly Whitmore?" I narrowed my eyes at him and shrugged. "What's it to you?" He grinned again and shrugged. "I came to talk to a Kelly Whitmore about something. Is she you? My name is Liam Henderson." I looked at the man standing in front of me and pressed my lips together, feeling annoyed.

Done. To the left, Trevor struck. He barreled into the second guard like a thunderstorm… claws first, dragging the man down with him, tearing into his gut, blood spraying across bark and roots. The guy kicked, gasped, but Trevor slammed his paw down onto his face, crushing it like fruit. The third one was more alert, having seen us. Then, he spun, eyes wide. He didn't have time to shift, so he pulled out his dagger. Big mistake.

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.