Trevor Henderson Monster Novels & Stories

She said while looking away from his eyes. As if her words angered him more. He got a hold of her chin in a tight grip and made her look at him. She looked at him in shock. "You called me the monster of your nightmares last night, right?" He asked with a dark look on his face which scared her a little. "M.. Mr Henderson?" She managed to call out in confusion. "I promise you, I am the monster of your reality and you will find it very soon." He said and pulled back from her and ran his hands through his suits to neat it. She kept looking at him with widened eyes.

Because no matter what was inside him he was only a human monster, after all. She touched his body with the toe of her sneaker, wondering if he would jump up and try to drag her inside the tree again. That was what always happened in Miranda’s horror movies. The killer was never really dead. He always came back in the last reel, knife raised. But there was nothing. Hendricks was just a shell, an empty husk that used to smile at her. And one that had killed her best friend, and tried to kill her, too. “David told me,” he said, looking from Hendricks to Touhy.

I replied, trying to sound confident. "You have not seen my brother during a full moon. I might become deranged and murderous, but I could control the voices, and even at my worst, I willingly cage myself to avoid hurting others. Chad, though, he turns into a..." Hendrick stops as if thinking he is revealing too much, but then he continues. "You don't want to meet the monster he becomes." My heart skipped. "I know what I'm doing, Hendrick." I suppressed a shudder, wishing that everything had come out right. Hendrick lifted my chin with two fingers and looked at me intently.

I’m trapped. I don’t know when I started to see the darkness in him, when it became clear that Trevor was a monster. I was too blind, too naïve to see it until it was too late. And now, I’m terrified of what he’s capable of. The terror that’s been gripping my chest is suffocating, but now… now, there’s something else. Something that twists my stomach in a way that has nothing to do with him. It’s a thought that hits me like a brick.

“Haha!” Monster suddenly roared with laughter. His voice was deep and sonorous. Jenson and Baby Robbie's complexion changed abruptly. Baby Robbie said, “Where did you learn this move from? It’s useless!” Jenson replied, “The moves aren’t useless, we are.” Monster broke free of the clutch of the silver needles and got up slowly. He flipped open a computer screen with the palm of his hand and revealed a revolver in it. Jenson and Baby Robbie exchanged glances with each other. Baby Robbie said, "It's over, we’re about to die.”

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

If he forced me to crawl in the garbage to get him, I was going to be pissed. My gaze locked on the sliver of light as the guy emerged from the back of the dumpster onto a small patch of dirt. What a fucking idiot. He was no more than five foot eight, not even coming to my shoulders. I flicked my wrist, causing the silver ring on my middle finger to glint in the low light. “Please,” he begged while putting his hands in the air. “Just take it.” He held out his trembling hands to me, weeping rivers of tears. “I just needed something to eat.”

All I could hope for her to be happy and never come back to this place . I got up from the park bench . The early morning sun didn't help much with the cold either. I smiled at how terrified Belle was of giving her finals . She had clung on the phone call forever to find comfort .It felt good to know that the things that scared her were as simple as that. I picked up my pace to the haunted place I was forced to call home .

His hand lifted, hovered just inches from the handle. If he turned it , if he stepped inside there’d be no undoing it. Not this time. He could finish what they started. Bury himself so deep inside that mouth, inside that want, that for a few hours, he wouldn’t have to think about betrayal and bloodlines and wedding vows. He could forget. But the thing about monsters was they followed you, even after the lights went out. And Rafael already knew, no matter how hard he tried to kill this thing between them, it wouldn’t stay buried.