Trevor Henderson Face Novels & Stories

"I didn't do anything! The grid failure was a technical glitch, I swear to God—" I didn't let him finish the lie. I stepped forward and drove the heel of my heavy combat boot straight into his mouth. The crunch of his teeth breaking was loud in the vast, echoing warehouse. Henderson let out a wet, bubbling scream, clutching his bloody face as he rolled onto his side. I reached down, grabbed his thinning hair, and yanked his head back until his spine popped. I pressed the boiling-hot barrel of my Glock directly into his bloody left eye socket.

The surprise on my face turned into a smirk when it clicked that it would be extremely easy to render Professor Marcel useless. “I’m so excited, I should text the Brooks siblings to hurry up,” Eveline gushed excitedly. I understood her, many people don’t know the face of Beckham Henderson, we only know the name and it would be such an honor to see his face. I was more than excited, not only was I going to see Beckham Henderson’s face, but I was going to be his in-law. Oh, I couldn’t help but think of the power that comes with it. A small frown made its way to my face when I saw my sister’s bodyguard rush past me to Father. She said something in his ear, and Father’s demeanor instantly change

“If I give you five cards, you will have to give me five in return.” “No thank you,” I quickly rebutted, never wanted to be in the situation Ryan was in, Hendrix took his revenge very seriously. The tape was still stuck on Ryan’s hair since all the straps had been wrapped around. We still had to work on getting it completely off. He would surely lose a chunk of hair. “Okay. That was fun. I am leaving now, my wife is waiting.” Hendrix said, hands in his pockets as he strolled forward. Ryan moved back, and they soon did their handshake to my surprise.

I raise an eyebrow, my lips curling into a smirk as I reply, "Yes, I wanted to ask you if you were interested–" I stand there, arms crossed, watching as the hockey player who once gave me that broken stick saunters over. His helmet is off now, revealing a pretty remarkable face – brown eyes, brown hair, dazzling smile, tall and broad-shouldered. Handsome. He extends his hand, "Adam Henderson.” I don't bother shaking it. Instead, I cut straight to the chase. "Anyways, I wanted to ask if you’d mind running a friendly scrimmage with WB tomorrow?" I say, barely concealing my hatred for them.

Denver could not say anything anymore. He knew this, that he could not win against him. But hasn’t he still decided to go head on with him? He dropped down to the floor with a thud, he scrambled up and shifted away from Trevor. “Get in and let’s continue. If we don’t get there before sunset. I will give you exactly what you deserve.” Trevor said with his back turned against Denver.

I then explained what I saw of his attack on Xenia and how I subdued him and waited for the police. It was then Trevor’s turn to question me. He was wearing one of those stupid suits of his that you can tell is a knockoff and doesn’t fit him right. But what stood out was that he had a neck brace on—what a crock. I know for a fact he suffered no damage. “Mr. Nikolaidis, you admit to this court that you assaulted me and caused my neck injury?” Trevor gestured to his neck. “I admit that I put you into a submission hold so you would stop trying to attack my girlfriend. As for your neck, that would not be what I did, as you were given a clean bill of health from hospital staff after your arrest.”

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,

"That dude is Trevor Penn?" Samson, Jesse, Edward, and the others were shocked, but soon their shock turned into snickers. If that was really him, that would have saved them a lot of trouble. In any case, he was going to die. They did not have to do it themselves. The other spectators were excited. Trevor had arrived. That arrogant man who dared to challenge Stiles to a fight. They were eager to see how he was going to die that day.

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."

the man in the other chair says, his voice shaky and his body trembling. Sebastian turned his head to him with his lips curled and his eyebrow raised before he walked slowly to him and slapped him so hard that his head turned to the side and blood oozed from his lips. The man looked at him and spat blood in his face, and Sebastian smiled, wiping his face before giving him another blow and grabbing his neck, holding him by the throat. “Please, I swear I didn’t know about this,” Henderson yelled, his voice cracking as he struggled to breathe.