Trevor Henderson Novels & Stories

Nothing new. "Just so you're aware, I could destroy your life in an instant. In mere seconds, I could turn your reality into a nightmare with a simple snap of my fingers. No one confronts me and gets away unscathed, and you? You're on the brink, and trust me, you're the one who's going to get hurt. I'll tell you who I am. Trevor Reynolds, the chief executive officer of a multi-billion dollar company. Got that? I wield billions!" he declared, his pride peeking through.

The fact Edgard continually pointed it out and suggested maybe it was time for them to consider other options, flat out pissed him off. Trevor didn’t have any other options. Like Colby, this was his last shot at making the National Finals Rodeo. Trevor’s father, the infamous Tater Glanzer, was sorely disappointed in his son’s lack of a NFR title, despite the fact Trevor had won five circuit titles. And good old dad had been insistent that this be Trevor’s last year—mostly because Trevor’s younger brother, Tanner, had a much better shot at bringing home that all-important national tie-down roping title.

Trevor said nothing, just stayed where he was, seated calmly on a chair opposite me as I attended to him. I was so mad at Aiden. He really should have let me explain what was going on. Trevor practically begged to have that hug because he had lost someone very close to him—his grandma. He begged for the hug so much that he ended up slightly blackmailing me before I finally gave in. It was meant to be a simple side hug that would last mere seconds, but then when he had me in his embrace, it started to seem like he did not wang to let go.

I placed my hands on my chest, “poor Darius he was really good at his job,” Trevor is more bulky than Darius, has bushy dark hair and emerald eyes. He took more steps towards me as I pushed the trembling guy away from my front so that I could fully focus on the amazing Trevor as he approached me. “And I will continue to do that, all I ask is that you add the Winstons to your list of war,” He said, standing straight in front of me,

I ask him, it’s the polite thing to do, not that he looks like he needs it with his immaculate, white Polo T-shirt all logo’d up and his fawn chinos. “Nah, I’m good, just doing my good deed for the evening. Be safe whatever it is you’re up to. By the way my name is Henderson, look me up when you’re next back on the island, I know how to show you a good time.” Cheeky fucker, he’s only around nineteen, no doubt he’s had his dick in more girls than I’ve had hot dinners and relishes in being their center of attention. Why not? He’s got the looks, sandy colored hair, falling over his eyes and a grin that takes up his entire face with white Hollywood teeth. Some kind of trust fund kid, I’ll bet.

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

“Yeah, honey, I know, ‘Whoopi said with a smirk. “I’m sorry. That was stupid of me,” Trevor said as he shook his head quickly. Beverly and Whoopi laughed. “Whoopi this is Trevor Hudson. He’s a real estate developer and vice president of The Hudson Group here in New York,” Beverly said. “Nice to meet you,” Whoopi said and extended her hand to him. “And it is an absolute pleasure meeting you,” Trevor said as he gently shook her hand. “Hudson? Are you related to Bruce?” Whoopi asked.

I don't want to make Nina wait any longer than she has to. We lost Trevor two nights ago. He was in his late 60s and a true gentleman. Unfortunately, he had been homeless for over 30 years and this harsh winter was finally too much for him. We woke up in the morning to him dead, and it's broken all of our hearts, but he wouldn't want us mourning his loss, he would want us to carry on and that's what I'm going to do.

Heinrich Henderson, a Business mogul, sole owner of Henderson&co and many other companies around the world, he was a billionaire and he was all over the news. OMG! OMG! OMG!. I mentally screamed. He was really hot, he had a strong sharp jaw and brown curly slicked-back hair, he had sharp amber eyes you could get lost in with thick long eyelashes and sculpted body, his biceps were almost bulging through the suit sleeves. He was about a head and some inches taller than me and I am 5'5. I wonder what's underneath his cloth, probably six pacs or maybe eight with a rock-hard chest.

The world’s going to end tomorrow? Well, that’d be nice, to be frank. "Hey, mean-faced wanker. Yes, you…" I repeat when he looks behind him and then back at me. Trevor is dressed in a well-tailored black suit from top to bottom, with only a white shirt underneath. Even the handkerchief in his chest pocket is plain black, as well as his accessories.