Trevor Rooster Teeth Novels & Stories

Buzz cut would have me in half before I could finish his friends off though, but I wasn’t about to let any of them know that. The look in Trevor’s eyes told me that he was actually considering backing off. It seemed like he remembered the teeth he had to replace and how much people made fun of him for looking like he lost a fight with a brick wall. But something clicked in his surprisingly smart brain, and he grinned like a lunatic and cracked his knuckles. “See, you can’t do shit to me to, Martelli. I know for a fact that your shoulder’s still a bit sore from that accident you had last year.”

The wet, filthy sound of his hand flying over his cock filled the room. “You’re gonna make me come, Taylor. Shit—I’m so close—” “Come for me,” I demanded, mesmerized by how veiny and flushed his cock looked, pulsing in his fist. “Let me see it, big guy.” Trevor threw his head back against the couch, hips snapping up as he fucked his own fist. “Yes—fuck yes—Taylor—!” Thick ropes of cum erupted across his abs and chest, splattering hot and messy. He kept stroking through it, milking every last drop, groaning my name like it was the only word he knew.

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

"What's done is done, and that's not the point of any of this. The point is, we need to figure out why they want to blackmail my ass and who the fuck Steele's harboring. I'm assuming she's a fugitive." "She's not a fugitive," he breathed, getting pissed at Rooster for coming back to Christine. Rooster stalked over to where Travis sat, hovering over him, towering the way he had when they were kids. "Then tell me who the fuck she is." "I can't." Travis' tone was firm, his face impassive. "You have to." Rooster was just as firm, just as impassive. Travis now stood, trying his best to go nose to nose with his cousin, but he was too short to be intimidating. Instead, he did what he'd done when th

Tigreal challenged him. "Are you fucking stupid or what?...how the hell does a blade beat up my gun?", Trev asked angrily. "It doesn't matter whether it beats up your gun or not. It's gonna be fun beating you with it anyway!", Tig chuckled as he patted Trev on the forehead and shielth the swords in front of him. "You wanna bet? Well let's go!" Trevor roared out loud, grabbing his pistol and rushing outside the house. "It's getting late already.....and this will make it more fun. Been a while Metropolis, you'll hear about me again", Trev says as he strapped on a ludicrous mask, which makes him resemble a Joker.

As Trevor stepped into the pub, with everything he had learnt today and what had happened, he believed having a few drinks would calm him down. He was aware he would only forget what was happening to him until he became sober again. The pain would hit him ten times more than the previous one. Still, he didn't mind. He just wanted to forget he had lost the most precious thing to him. "Hey, buddy!" Trevor's eyes flitted to a muscular man with a buzz cut as he nudged him. "Got a lighter on you?" He pointed to the cigar that was settled between his lips. Trevor noticed as he spoke that a few teeth were missing from his upper and lower jaw. He didn't look like he had gotten into an accident.

He bought a bouquet of two dozen red roses and he was off again. Trevor was rushing so much that he barely remembered parking his car. He checked himself out in an SUV’s rearview mirror that was parked on the street and continued his journey up the sidewalk. Trevor couldn’t wait to nuzzle Nabia in a booth, letting his hand glide up one of her long chocolate legs under the table. Her pussy was so tight – every time he had her. Then he stopped in his tracks. Trevor was so excited about his night’s conquest that he forgot to check his teeth. He turned to the nearest SUV and opened his lips to reveal his teeth.

Is it natural for hockey players to always be harsh? The proud asshole wasn't even listening. He sprawled his hands over the chairs, watching me like I entertained him. “Sorry.” He says flatly. I felt a lump in my throat. It burned but I swallowed and rubbed my hands. Trevor is so full of himself, the way he talks, the smoke he revealed says it all. No wonder his reputation in school is negative despite his parents' relationship with the school. He's the goalie with a criminal record. Everyone knows. I slumped my shoulders in resignation and walked away. This time, tears had blurred my vision and I almost fell, cascading the stairs. I ran to the restroom in the class building and screamed.

He put his hand out and she jumped up to greet him. Oh! She didn't know what I was to him. Makes sense. He looked at Trevor who was now irritated until he realized I was standing next to Blake. “Dumbass.” Blake said to Trevor. I tried to hold in my laugh but it slipped. Trevor was the epitome of a light skinned pretty boy with green eyes and short curly hair. But he wasn’t as tall as most of the male wolves I’d been around. He was about five feet ten inches tall.

I asked. He raised an eyebrow, cigarette paused mid-air. “Pretty well. Why?” “Have you seen Titanic?” “Yeah. Once.” I smirked. “Draw me like Jack drew Rose.” Trevor didn’t flinch. He didn’t laugh or act surprised. He just smiled slowly, teeth catching the edge of his lip. “Take off your clothes.” My stomach flipped. “Serious?” I asked, my voice barely above a whisper. “Completely. I want everything off”