Trevor Phillips Novels & Stories

Selena knew it wasn’t hers. Trevor leaned to the side and reached in his pocket. He pulled out his cell phone and answered. “Hello?” He was quiet for a moment. “Oh, yes, I remember you,” he said with a smirk. “What?” Trevor was quiet again. “Are you shitting me?” He asked loudly. Then he closed his eyes as he held the phone to his ear. Selena looked at Bruce. Bruce looked just as clueless as she was.

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.

Like he had something bigger to protect, something that went beyond petty jealousy or revenge. But before I could think too deeply about it, my phone rang again. The private investigator. I didnt waste time in answering. “What do you have?.” He cleared his throat. The man never wasted words. “You asked for everything on Trevor. I found something. But it’s… murky.” My jaw tensed. “Murky how?” “Trevor may not be who he says he is,” the PI replied. Papers rustled in the background. “Nothing confirmed, nothing solid but people believed he died three years ago.”

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?

I asked. “Because Lakeshore High isn’t very huge, I know practically every student here, and it’s also the first time I’ve seen someone walking in the center of the soccer field.” He teased, making us chuckle. “I’m Trevor Adams, by the way. Senior, captain of the soccer team.” He introduced himself and offered his hand to me. “Blaire. Blaire Patterson, junior.” I said with a smile and extended my hand to him. His eyes brightened, “Patterson? Are you related to Tim Patterson?”

Philip laughed, took out his phone, tossed it to Travis, and said, “Take a look.” Travis picked up the phone on the ground and opened it to see the scene of his second uncle kneeling down and begging Philip for mercy. Of course, it was taken by Troy Crow at that time. There was also a scene of Second Master Harrison being taken away next. Seeing the short videos, Travis was dumbfounded as his brain buzzed. After that, he looked up at Philip and asked in disbelief, “Who the hell are you? Is this really my second uncle?”

He didn't even wait for the teacher to come before storming out of the classroom in a huff. While walking past me, he even glared angrily at me and threatened, "Just you wait, Sierra Phillips!" … Time flew, and soon, the SATs were just around the corner. Trevor seemed to have completely changed during this entire time. The angry, malicious look in his eyes gradually shifted to one of contempt and mockery. Obviously, he'd already heard about the "grade-swapping system" from Miranda. He must have been secretly delighted about it, looking forward to seeing me get absolutely humiliated after the results were out.

DIANA: The man you are speaking with is the man who Vice-Admiral Gapes considers as his mentor. Trevor: That dissuades my doubts... Admiral McKenzie: Who are you young shonen? Trevor: (whispers to himself) Speaks like him too huh? Admiral McKenzie: Hey I am talking to you! Trevor: huh, Nothing, I mean Admiral, I am Trevor Zupang, Rerillion's World 75 Version. Admiral McKenzie: it's always nothing *EHEM* Well boy let's go to our space station.

Glimpses of the side characters of His mania ----------------- Hey everyone, hope you remember Trevor our dear third in command of our dominant hero AIDEN, so let's see what he thinks about the situation. TREVOR POV… I am Trevor, with no surname, I don't even know who is my sperm donner and my infant body carrier. I was a dirt for them, who left me on the street. But today I am not a nobody I am Trevor, who has everything a man could ever desire, women who throw themselves on me, money, cars, everything, still I feel incomplete.