Trevor Rooster Teeth Novels & Stories

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”

He chatted cheerfully with his companions at the table. "Gold Tooth," I called as I approached his table. "Yes. That's me. Do I know you?" "Your acquaintance over here knows me," I replied, and looked at Morgan. Morgan shamefully and fearfully looked away. "Hold on. You're Trevor Vanderholt, aren't you?" Gold Tooth asked, then he laughed. "The man, the myth, the legend." "I don't recall sending you an invite," he said. "I can be quite resourceful," I replied.

“Get him off, Miles.” “Jesus… Miles… fuck, baby keep going just like that…” Trevor was hunching constantly now, like a dog breeding a bitch while I jerked and slurped. I reached with my free hand to grab his nuts and pull on them each time I took him in until, finally, he gave a long, high-pitched whine that became a rumbling growl—so much like Uncle Kale’s that for a moment I almost forgot whose cock it was—and then he jerked forward and unloaded.

When the Nocturnal members saw that Thomas came down, their eyes brightened. One of them, who looked like the leader, walked over. His face had the tattoo of a black creature, which looked like a bird or a chicken. “Are you Thomas Mayo?” “Yes.” The man snorted and pointed at himself. “Do you know me?” Thomas shook his head. “Good lad, don’t you know who I am? You’re so arrogant! Let me tell you. I’m the person in charge of Nocturnal. People call me Flying Rooster or Master Rooster!”

She grits between her teeth and a sudden apprehension beclouded the eyes of Trevor. His men had the same fear as they instantly dropped all of their weapons to the ground and put their hands behind their heads. Mr Pompous lit a cigarette and slide it between his lips before returning the lighter inside his suit. "You tried to claim what belongs to me, Trevor. What should we do about that?" My eyes glared at him as he let out smoke from within his mouth. Trevor's eyes were shaky and I could also see his lips vibrating without control. "I'm nothing without you. My life belongs to the King. I'm just a dog. No one offends the king and lives to tell the tale" After the chant, he raised his pistol

They looked like they were sliced by someone who had never been in a kitchen. Stella smiled and put one in her mouth. "If only you were as attentive to your pursuers as you are to me, Dad would be a grandfather by now," she teased. "Tsk. Do you think I'd still be single if that many people were after me?"​​ Trevor was speaking the truth. Though handsome, he had a bad reputation. He had done a lot of rebellious things since he was a child. One included suspending the people who bullied Jaylene from the roof of the school building. Anyone who heard about it had to be wary.

He couldn't move a single inch. "Let me go, you piece of trash!" Trevor screamed, his voice cracking as he clawed at my wrist. He was painting, sweat dripping down his temple. He turned so red, a tomato's got nothing on him. "You stole her! You stole my life, and you stole my girl!"

They still didn't say a word and obviously losing his patience, he shot straight into the knees of two of them and I screamed as their blood splattered all over the place while they fell and writhed in pain. I looked at Mr Rover in fright and I went stiff when I didn't find a hint of remorse or empathy in his eyes. Instead, he looked exhausted, like he didn't want to be there but at the same time, wanted to teach them each a lesson. With that, he turned toward the one he didn't shoot and pressed the tip of his gun against his throat while looking him right in the eyes. “So tell me, who hurt her and made her cry?” He asked, his voice still calm and the man shook all over in utmost terror whil

It made it worse that it was wrestling. I had to watch them in Spandex, slamming their huge bulge against each other, pressing and pinning each other to the mat, entangling in a communion of sweat and pants of vigour. My first ever encounter with a guy had been with a guy named Trevor. Trevor was…dreamy, he was ripped out of a model magazine with his stereotypical blonde hair and blue eyes. He was soft spoken, but funny too, his smile was incandescent, even a chandelier would dim whenever he smiled.

Cragston intervened as I was two seconds away from smashing his dumb head into the table. “We don’t involve ourselves in internal feuds, if he attacked you, then he brought it on himself. But our branches have nothing to do with him.” Rodosov said carefully. “I hope that’s true,” I said, scanning their faces. “Because make no mistake, Trevor’s not just a bitter exile he has alliance and if I find out any of you are involved with him…if any of you think this is a good time to shift loyalty or try your luck at the crown…. You better start thinking again.”