Trevor Henderson Face Novels & Stories

"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,

Harrington yet and I don’t even think there’s a point of getting to know him better because I will only stay there for 2 months. “But we do share some qualities, like we are both handsome” Trevor said with a cheeky smile. Woah! Confidence level 1000 haha. “Well, I cannot deny that, it's a 100 percent fact” I answered as we both laughed. “Do you think I’m handsome?” He asked. “Of course! I just said it's a 100 percent fact! No doubt Trevor!” I answered. Seriously? No need to ask because he’s one of the most handsome men in the entertainment industry.

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.

"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.

Soon, he could feel that his injuries were healing and was shocked. “Thank you for saving my life, young man! I’m Hendery Todd, and I’m from Northspring.” “Mr. Todd, can you bring me to Fernanda?” asked Kayson. “Are you a master, young man?” asked Hendery. “Yeah.” After receiving the answer from Kayson, Hendery exclaimed, “Incredible! You’re so young, yet you’re already a master…” After that, he continued. “I’ve met Fernanda a few times in the past. If you don’t mind, I can be your mediator and help you solve the conflict between you two.”

He felt that she didn't have to go through the trouble, so he decided to forget all about it. He was about to grab his phone when the man in the suit suddenly beamed. He asked, "I'm sorry, but are you Mr. Henderson?" "Yes. I'm Woody Henderson." The man immediately corrected himself and said, "I'm so sorry for not recognizing you earlier, Mr. Henderson. Please forgive me." "Do you know me?" Woody was curious. "Three days ago, I was with Clement at the third inpatient department. I had the honor of meeting you… Hold on, I'll inform Ms. Helen right away."

The thugs sneered with anger and one of them held Anastasia still with the dagger extremely close to her neck. Trevor's hands balled up into tight fists after he took off his hoodie. His body was a sight to see. A trail of tattoos filled his entire left arm from his left sided chest down to his left hand. His muscles and biceps bulged out almost similar to that of the Rock. But in this case Trevor wasn't bald but handsome in all features. Two of the thugs launched at him and Trevor stood in his spot waiting. The two thugs quickly launched out their weapons at Trevor but he grabbed one of the thugs' weapon which was a sharp dagger piercing his hand that it was bleeding. Trevor seethed and bef

Her footing slipped slightly backward And that single mistake cost her. BAM! His fist slammed hard against her face. Pain exploded through her head as she crashed violently onto the ground. But suddenly— SWISH! Something sharp sliced through the air. The man who punched her froze instantly. A deep cut stretched across his face as blood poured down. Everyone turned sharply toward the shadows. Then Trevor emerged slowly from the darkness Looking absolutely breathtaking terrifying, His eyes were cold. Empty And Deadly. “Nobody hurts what’s mine.” His voice came out low and dangerous.

Deriving pleasure from how beautiful his face looked with the color, he landed a few more punches on him. His eyes trailed off to Phoebe, whose hands were wrapped over her mouth as she tried to stifle her yells. Her eyes glistened from tears, and it angered him the more. Forcefully, he pulled her and was about to leave the place when Trevor returned the punch to his back, making him fall face down on the floor, as he had been unsuspecting. “Same way you want to father my child.”Trevor barked through a bleeding mouth.

"You should watch your mouth, kid." "Why? You'll spare me if I show you proper respect?" "Huxley," Damien says after a beat. Enrique shoves me forward and I nearly stumble. "Is this the man who killed Rodrigo Santos?" At the mention of my name, Trevor averts his gaze to me. Yes, of course it's him. I would never forget his face. His eyes, despite being as black as night, are filled with emotions. Unlike Damien's cold, stony gaze. Now that I'm getting a better look at him, he can't be older than eighteen. Sure, he has the build of a much older man, but there's a softness to his face. His face is clean-shaven, but frankly, I don't think he's ever grown a full beard.