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.

Fuck! Sanderson wanted me out, but I wasn’t getting out of No Man’s Land. I clawed my way up in the business. I wasn’t going to let some punk-ass bitch like Sanderson dictate what I could and couldn’t do. But I also couldn’t let him take his fucking rage out on Wren. I unlocked my phone once more, navigating through my call log until I found the number I needed and hit call.

"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?”

The man was ten times stronger than we were, and being a Lycan, he had the advantage of shifting as he pleased and when he pleased; however, we were not going to sit back and allow him to do that because we believed that we couldn’t take him. “Caterina?” I heard a man say from behind me, grabbing my arm, stopping me. Both Nathan and I stopped, frowning at his sight. His eyes studied my expression carefully for a second before letting my hand go “my apologies, I thought that you were someone else” “I noticed” I said, glaring at the man. He looked at Nathan before extending his hand for him to shake “my apologies, I haven’t introduced myself, Alexander Grimaldi, son of Elijah and Sofia Grimald

“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.

“You ok?” “I’m fine, you ready for this?” “I am.” replied Camron, “We need to be careful, we didn’t quite make it to Reiver Territory.” “I know, you did your best son. Let’s see what the Goddess has planned for us, if we live through I will be very much surprised.” “I know, I knew that when I took this mission. It’s been a honour.” said Camron as he held out his hand. The men shook hands and he then crouched into attack position by the boot of the unturned car to protect the relics for as long as he could.

~~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.