Trevor Phillips Novels & Stories

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

I cross my arms and continue to stare at him. "Well, I'm here, so speak," I say with no emotion. Trevor looks down at his feet sheepishly. "I want to apologize. I was being a chauvinist pig, and I should have never spoken to you like that. I heard what Phillip tried to do to you last night, and it made me sick. It's not an excuse, but I was raised to think that men and women had their places. You've shown me that those old ways of thinking are wrong. I don't expect you to forgive me, but I wanted to apologize. Even though I'm no longer a warrior, I have your back. They said Wyatt was injured, and you're lead right now. I truly believe you're the right person for the job." I look into his eye

The phone started ringing again so Pete accepted the call and pressed it to his ear. “Pete MacGregor,” said Pete, pulling his phone away from his ear to see what time it was, he saw it was only 0800. He rubbed his eyes to try to wake himself up. “Mr. MacGregor, this is Giles Tranter from GCHQ,” said a well spoken English voice. “I’m not sure if you remember me but we were both at the recent security meetings.” Hugh tried to remember Tranter but there were so many people there he couldn’t bring the man to mind.

Trevor was a petty person. He refused to reveal Stella's identity to Leighton when he asked for a photo of his long-lost cousin. His plan was to let him find out during the family gathering and make a fool of himself. He found it entertaining to know that Leighton would have to suppress his anger and frustration in front of Edith and Wilfred, especially since he was not letting him have his way. However, to his surprise, Leighton laughed strangely instead of getting upset.

“Jeremy asked me to check up on you.” “That boy…” Philip growled low in his throat. “Travis?” Stan dropped into the plush couch in the bedroom and stared at Philip in surprise. His friend was always so…controlled. But the Philip pacing before him looked anything but calm. “Calls himself Troy now.” Philip rasped. “Has a human with him that he clearly cares about. The way he acts around him urgh…it’s getting on my last nerve.” “Oh, so this is all just you being jealous huh? Cool.” Stan grinned as he relaxed into the seat.

~~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.

we aren’t going to the bar as you thought but I promise you, we are going to have the time of our lives. I feel the dread run into my veins as his words struck in a cord in me and the fear I had been holding came running down. Trevor was a real physcopath .

“I’m not floating any damn where, well, not by water any way. I’m getting a drink.” “This early?” Christopher asked an octave above his own voice. “Yes, this early. It wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had liquor in the morning before,” Trevor said stubbornly. “You’re not twenty-something anymore Trev,” Christopher said. Trevor ignored him and started walking out of the gym. “You can’t drink it away!” Christopher yelled. “Watch me!” ****

"Yeah, I'm sorry about that. Is Trevor here?" "Yes. Come with me, please." Sophie knew she had to be careful and she had to win Trevor's trust for herself. She was a double agent. What her husband and Trevor didn't know was that she had other plans of her own for the Wright's. And she won't be saying anything to anyone. "Here you go," Phillip said. "Thank you." She said before opening the door. Trevor looked up from the documents he was signing. He looked so frustrated, and his hair looked a mess like he ran his hands through it a thousand times. In short, he looked like a train ran him over.