Trevor Sanderson Novels & Stories

Joanna was so shocked that she was turning pale. “The lady has other plans,” Trevor said in a deep tone as he slowly stood up from the sofa. “And who the hell are you?” Sonny said as he put his hands on his hips. Damn, fool. “I’m Trevor Hudson,” he snarled with authority. “And you have something that belongs to me, pretty boy.” Christopher’s eyebrow rose. Am I going to have to break-up a fight? Selena looked flabbergasted. Christopher wasn’t sure if she was shocked by what Trevor had just said or by seeing Joanna in her full glory. Christopher had never seen her look so attractive before. No wonder Trevor was acting out the way he was.

Jason reacted rapidly. He would respect Kayson if he only helped him cure his wife’s illness, but not to this extent. After all, Kayson was related to the patriarch of the Tinsleys in Skyspring, so he did not dare to slight him. Compared to Kayson, Trevor was nothing. Since Kayson was someone from the Wolfenden camp, it went without saying that he would not be related to the Lawsons. After listening to what he said, Kayson did not agree instantly. Instead, he asked, “I’m currently in The Tetrad. If I take over this, will it count as the achievement of my team?”

Evelyn's POV "I, Alpha Kyle Turner, reject you, Evelyn Sanders, as my mate." Alpha Kyle hoarse voice boomed in my ears making me freeze on my tracks, his voice laced with disgust. Crack! A cracking sound resounded inside my body and I felt as if a part of me was forcefully torn and taken away. My wolf howled in pain but there was nothing I could do about it. Tears flowed down my face as the pain became immeasurable, increasing with each second to the point I was unable to tolerate it. I could care less about the gazes on me. I was already used to it.

“ How about you team up with me and I will teach you how to play? “ “No thanks I’m having a good time playing with Trevor you two play on the same team. “ We enjoy a couple more games and I decided I need to go to the bathroom so I excuse myself and head for the ladies room when I come out the bathroom Sampson is waiting for me in the corridor his leaning on the wall one foot on the wall running his hand through his thick hair all the women walking to the bathroom all drool at him and try to converse with him but his made it clear his not interested. He straightens up when he sees me. Were you waiting for me I ask him. “Yes I wanted to make sure your okay you’ve been drinking tonight that’s

but my questions only ran around in my head, for some reason I couldn't speak out loud. A dark chuckle came up behind me and a cold hand was put on my shoulder, making me shiver from head to toe. "Finally you came out, I was starting to think you weren't here" a deep voice spoke right by my ear. "Tonight you will watch and witness the destruction of your small pathetic pack and after all of it is done you will be mine" he whispered again close to me. He grabbed me by my hair and forged me down on my knees, the impact of the ground on my knees made me hiss through my teeth. Tears streamed down my face as I watch my pack being destroyed and all the people I loved being killed of one by one, th

Not once did he doubt. He was already calculating five steps ahead. Serena watched him with new eyes. She saw now the kind of burden he carried—the constant threat looming over his pack, his people, and now, her. And yet he bore it all without complaint, without weakness. He was a king in every sense of the word. And for the first time, admiration bloomed quietly inside her chest. Alexandro wasn’t just fighting for land. He was fighting for their future. He's fighting for his people. Those night walkers are savages, and they would ruin the balance of this world.

Samantha As agreed, dinner has been set, and the only one left to arrive is Maximo. Santino and I quietly wait for him, while at the same time, I try not to stare at Santino too much. He looks so sexy today in a four-piece suit and freshly styled hair. He looks like the ultimate perfectionist I know him to be. “I miss my brother. Can I get a chance to talk to him?” Santino’s eyes rise from the phone in his hands to look at my face. Our eyes meet, and he appears to be as bored as ever.

"At least if you're going to fight, then you have to win. Not that I condone such nonsense but, you're lucky she didn't beat you. That would have made your punishment worse." He backwind the video to the point where the girl was mishandling her bucket. "You know, this girl, what's her name again?" his question was directed at Phillip. "Sandra." Phillip supplied. "Yes, Sandra." Donovan repeated, stopping the video and putting his phone away. His lips dropped to her ears. "She is going to pay for daring to touch my baby girl." he swore. Boma was bothered by his words. "Please." she whispered. "I'm sure she is sorry." Boma didn't want anyone to get hurt because of her.

I greet Tony with a raised eyebrow. He smiles faintly and shakes his head a few times. "Sandro." Sandro Walsh, Tony's nineteen-year-old cousin and the oldest among the Walsh children, is famously challenging to keep up with. One day he might be in Ibiza, the next in Paris, and then off to Japan. He's spontaneous and unpredictable, and among all the children, his candid tweets and remarks often go viral. In an instant, Tony's face contorted with displeasure, his cheekbones accentuating his sour expression. Whispers circulated among the security team about Tony and Sandro's strained relationship, rumors that I had heard before.

"You pig. You think you're good at fighting, huh? Let me tell you, I've trained in Sanda, practiced Judo, and—" Alexander did not give him a chance to finish. With a slight movement, his figure blurred in place, and the next moment, he appeared in front of Trevor, delivering a swift kick. Wham! Trevor had not even seen Alexander's movement. His body spun in a circle and flew out, spitting out a large piece of bloody broken teeth as he harshly crashed onto the floor of the karaoke. It felt like every bone in his body was about to break. "You're down after just one move?" Alexander snorted, not even bothering to look at Trevor. He quickly walked over to the unconscious Coral on the sofa.