Trevor Philips Fanart Novels & Stories

“But you’re free to hang out here if you want.” I sat up too, brushing ash off my thigh. “No, I should get back to reality. But this was nice” He smiled, like he understood what I meant without needing the backstory. Maybe he did. Trevor walked over to his desk and grabbed something a folded sheet of paper. “Here,” he said, holding it out to me. I took it, slowly opening it. It was a sketch. Me lying there just like I had been an hour ago, cigarette in hand, one leg stretched out, the other curled. Loose shirt slipping off my shoulder. Bare, raw, unposed. And somehow still... soft.

Colin just shrugged. "But the way you kissed her; it seems like there's... something." This caused the blue-eyed lad to throw his friend a death glare. He didn't want to get into the lad's bad side tonight. "You're my lawyer, not my fucking love advisor. I suggest you shut that mouth of yours and just do your fucking job." He said sharply. Colin mentally slapped his self and looked down. He didn't dare push the topic more because of all people, he knows Philip the best. He knows how short his temper is and that he doesn’t do what he’s told. Philip Edwards is the kind of person that everyone is afraid of. Even if he was his friend, he knows that the lad could make his life living hell if he e

~~18 years old~~ Trevor alighted from the old beat-up truck he often drove and sprinted inside the clinic. He halted by the reception desk and puffed out a breath whilst holding his side. The blonde sitting in the tiny cubicle tilted her slender brows as she stared at him. "I am Trevor Williamson. My mom is here." The receptionist, whose name on her badge reads Charity nodded. She fixed the glasses she had slid down her nose to assess the boy who looked to be in his late teenage years back to her face.

Philip started to chuckle but the sound turned into a groan when he felt his eyes shifting. “Congratulations, Jer.” Philip slapped his friend on his back. “I’m damn happy for you. But right now, I need to go for a run.” Even his voice didn’t sound human. “But before I go, there’s something I need all of you to do for me.” Philip addressed the people gathered. “Let’s keep the fact that I’ve found my mate, between us.” He said grimly. “The last thing I want is to bring Travis into the middle of a war or an ambush by my exes.” He glanced from one face to the other, the warning in his eyes clear.

“So, come with me. I'll be introducing you to someone that would help you out. Update you with her news of your personal gallery and everything when Golden lens finally finishes the building.” “Okay. I'm glad. Can't wait to see her.” “It's a guy actually.” She said, walking fast and I scurried behind her. I say I want to forget about Trevor but it's really going to be hard because his parents owned Glden lens. The fact that I'll be seeing them and hearing their names everywhere would only remind me of him. The only thing I'm grateful for, is, Trevor doesn't have any passion for art. He's just a hockey player. Everyone knows and he has no interest in taking over the business. All he wants is