Trevor Sanderson Novels & Stories

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.

"There is someone who helps me. He is Mr. Fernandes." Diana followed where George pointed, and it turned out to be directed at the man currently driving their ship. "Thank you Mr. Fernandes for your help," George said earnestly. Fernandes, the man who also knew the murderer of Alpha Stevan's father, bowed respectfully when he saw Diana. All the information George had gotten, including everything about Pack Delonix, had come from that man. He was a former Pack Delonix member who had escaped on the day Alpha Stevan's father was shot. He was the only witness who clearly saw the incident.

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?”

Nathan: “You’re serious?” “Unfortunately” Carter said, handing me the papers “Donatello has requested that he withdraws his whole shares from the companies, and though it states in the contract that he can’t unless he pays a certain amount; he is more than willing to pay for it”

“Kehlani. How are you? What brings you here?” “Actually…” I took a deep breath. “I want to talk to you about something.” “Okay. Have a seat.” I slid into the chair and began. “This is about Trevor actually. I know, yes what he did was unacceptable but…. could you just please not suspend him especially when sporttacular is coming up and you know how he's the best player for the team.” He takes off his glasses and relaxes back on the chair, fingers intertwined on each. “I know but he's stubborn and doesn't listen. He could still fight again.”

Spencer's eyes almost widened when she saw River's scars and burns all over her body and she felt like she was going to explode with anger because of River's tragic fate at Trevor's hand. "F'CK! HUNT TREVOR! I want him to pay for what he did to River!" He angrily ordered his men. Then instantly picked up River's unconscious body and he didn't care about the shooters around him. Troy and his other guards protect him so she can get out of Trevor's house safely. After they got out, they quickly headed to a private hospital where Spencer's cousin Lara was.

Otherwise, she would have gotten Trevor to sign an autograph. "He's so good-looking!" Sandra exclaimed inwardly. After that, Trevor returned to the stage. Owen dared not make a sound and only glared at Sandra, who innocently pursed her lips. How could Owen blame her? Trevor was the one who wanted to help her, after all. Suddenly, Sandra sensed an unfriendly gaze and instinctively turned to look. She immediately caught sight of Micah's darkened expression, his eyes gleaming with a hint of menace. "Oh, no…" she thought.

“I see them, don’t worry, we have a reception committee waiting for them at the Reiver border, we will out -number them and out-muscle them if we have to.” Brother Andrew just nodded nervously, he would rather it didn’t come to a fight, the Templars had been a peaceful pack for hundreds of years and that was something he didn’t want to change, the Reivers were a different matter however. ”Thank you, I have every faith in you. We owe Alpha Armstrong a great debt for the Reiver’s help in this operation. What’s your name son?” “My name is Camron Kerr, those are my Clansmen driving the other cars and we will do our best to get you on to Reiver territory in one piece I promise.”

~~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.

My mouth dropped open in disbelief and I didn't know where to start on asking her questions. "How? When? Where? WHO!" I yelled the last one at her, and maybe that was a little unfair. It's not like I'm mad at her for finding her mate, but I'm not too thrilled about it either. Everyone gets a mate but me, so you can see where that puts me on edge. You should have seen when Mabel told me Lando was her mate; I almost destroyed the whole third floor of the pack house. "His name's Trevor," Her eyes lit up as the thoughts of him flooded her mind. "I went for a run and I accidentally, may have.... Steppedoverthetreatyline." Her last words were all jumbled together, but I could hear her loud and cle