Trevor Henderson Face Novels & Stories

His gaze flicked towards me, burning with rage then softened when it landed on Dane. "Please, it was an accident." Trevor begged. "An accident?" A voice roared from behind, carrying an aura so strong the tables vibrated. I lifted my gaze to see Tyson storming towards Trevor who was still on his knees, and without warning, a heavy punch struck Trevor's face. He fell to the ground. Tyson didn't stop there; he picked him up by the collar. Throwing another punch to his face until his knuckles turned bloody. "Tyson!" Dane roared.

I let out a frustrated breath and tilted my head at him. Tobias, will you ask one of your men to tell this idiot that we can’t hear him Trevor’s head spun around to look at the fighter on the far right, he stomped towards him and collided the back of his hand across the fighter’s face. Tobias and I both growled angrily. Max said he wants us to put it down

Andrew's hand was mid punch when he froze in his spot before looking over to me, then down at Trevor who was barely able to move let alone fight back any longer. Watching Andrew's face change from the rage he was letting put on Trevor, to how it softened when looking at me, concern written all over his face as he got up from Trevor as I crawled to me, his hands cupping my face as he moved my head back and forth before making me face him, his eyes roaming over me before locking onto mine. His hand came up to the back of my head making me wince in pain from where it slammed against the wall, he gently checked me for a bump where he ended up finding one.

Trevor turned to fight. There was a clash of claws and fangs between them. I watched as Trevor tried to change into his wolf form but he couldn't because Denver held him down. After a while Denver began hitting him on the face, neck, the chest and everywhere possible. Trevor began struggling for breath. He tried to push Denver off him but Denver held him down. I noticed that he had Trevor pinned and fear came over me.

Not two seconds later, the air left Trevor’s lungs as Edgard tackled him to the ground. Trevor rolled to dislodge the man from his back; Edgard countered, took a swing and missed. Trevor bucked and twisted his shoulders, but Edgard anticipated the move and used the momentum against Trevor to try and shove Trevor’s face against the fence. Before Edgard cornered him and held him down completely to land a punch, Trevor rolled again and pushed to his feet. A noise echoed behind him, but he ignored it as he fisted his hands in Edgard’s shearling coat, dragging him upright until they were nose to nose.

Around 3 or four rounds land on the 3 targets. Diana: Alert! Melee attacker on top of you.. Hearing the alert made Trevor turns to a supine position. He aims his rifle one handed on the enemy on top of him, his left reaching for the pistol. The attacker kicks his rifle away and was about to hit him with a large machete. Trevor drops the rifle and closes his eyes A shot rings out from a far as the attacker's blade flies in the air, in shock the attacker turns his head, giving Trevor the chance to double tap the enemy on top of him while the machete drops point first one inch to the right side of his head.

Someone had hit Trevor’s head with a wine glass! Trevor touched his head and saw that his hand was full of blood. He turned around while seething in rage. “Who f*cking dared to hit me?!” “It was him! It was that disabled man…” someone said as they pointed at Henry. Henry did not evade the accusations. He stared at Trevor coldly and said, “I told you to let go of her.” Trevor glared at him, his eyes glittering with malice. How dare this damn disabled man hit him?!

"Klyde McMarrow was planning on getting his face back, the surgery won't take long though. He's up to getting a possible donor for his face transplant. He's in Cleveland right now. I think he paid enough to those surgeons from the 2016 successful transplant of Katie. He's done his research, and then, Lori sent us a message with an image attached on it." Collin was looking at the pictures Detective Won gave to him. It was Klyde talking to a doctor that's possibly in his mid-40's. He knew this Doctor, he has seen him on TV from that successful operation for the youngest face transplant of Katie years ago. "The message says that Klyde killed a known model from Toronto, named Jerrick Henderson,

"Do you think I can't fight back?" I shook my head and replied, "They will kill us!" My words enraged Trevor. It seemed I hurt his ego. He looked at the men who stopped before him. "Young man, she is our girl now. Hand her over to us or–" "Or what?" Trevor asked calmly. Seeing his arrogant attitude and tone, the men stepped toward him, armed with hockey sticks and blades. I gasped when I saw the blades. I moved to stop Trevor but he yelled at me.

Just stepped back from the podium and found Avalon’s eyes across the room. He was looking at her the way he looked at her when something got through. The unguarded version with his father’s laugh on his face. The Hendersons found them. Richard Henderson was sixty something. Old San Francisco money with the confidence of a man who had never been in a room where he didn’t belong and had stopped noticing that privilege decades ago. He shook Avalon’s hand and the turned to Selene. He thought it was really something. The question part was what caught his attention. But whose question was it to begin with, he wondered.