Trevor Spengler Novels & Stories

I clenched my fists, trying my best to suppress a tempestuous rage that welled up in me. I felt like walking over to him, grabbing him by the neck, and snuffing out his miserable life. Not only was he an accomplice to trafficking and embezzlement of public funds, but he was also a paedophile — a sexual offender. He disgusted me. Shortly after, Trevor walked away from Spencer, leaving him miserable with fear. His other companions walked over to him, and it was obvious they asked him what the matter was, but he pushed them aside, pacing back and forth.

The fact Edgard continually pointed it out and suggested maybe it was time for them to consider other options, flat out pissed him off. Trevor didn’t have any other options. Like Colby, this was his last shot at making the National Finals Rodeo. Trevor’s father, the infamous Tater Glanzer, was sorely disappointed in his son’s lack of a NFR title, despite the fact Trevor had won five circuit titles. And good old dad had been insistent that this be Trevor’s last year—mostly because Trevor’s younger brother, Tanner, had a much better shot at bringing home that all-important national tie-down roping title.

"Do be careful, Mrs. Slate. We'll be vigilant in case you need us." "No need. I doubt she tries anything." "Still. You're our beta's mate, we need to take care of you," he says, placing his hand on the rifle hanging on the side of his right shoulder. "Thanks, Kev." "Beta Slate knows you're down here. He warns you not to get too close," he says as his eyes darken, giving me the sign that Tyler is mind-linking him, giving him orders to keep a closer eye on me.

No, someone. Where the hell is Trevor?

The Admiral pushes Trevor in the room and leaves. Fleet Admiral: World 75, Zupang, Trevor, A casual gamer who prefers the story than the multiplayer elements. Graduated high school... did not finish any of his college courses, was studying in an online school before he jumped ship in to becoming a full on hikikomori. Trevor: And you are? Fleet Admiral: Bob Robertson, World 7, I was a hikikomori, well because our system believes in power. I did not. I believe that people have to be free, to make choices, and to make their own opportunity.

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

From where she sat beneath the bare-branched tree overlooking the snowy field, Serena watched Alexandro in silence. He was surrounded by warriors—training, commanding, analyzing formations like the war might start tomorrow. His voice was clear, sharp, carrying through the cold air as he moved through the sparring ground with his usual authority. She watched the way others looked at him—not with fear, but with the unwavering respect reserved for someone who had earned it, day by day, blade by blade. He looked like he belonged here, like this was his world—steel, snow, and strategy.

Trevor paced about the small room, then he halted again. He had been doing that since they got back home(They acquired a flat they could stay in for the meantime.) He gazed at Kira; she was near Rachel's son, and Trevor's ears perked up as he heard her muttering. Then his eyes flickered to Doctor Greg as he heard a groan from him. Trevor stepped towards him and tossed a bucket of chilly water atop his head. He leaned towards him and narrowed his eyes.

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.

The girls are pulling me but I can’t leave Enzo with Avery not like this. ““Nessuno tocca ciò che è mio e vive per raccontare la storia,” [ No one touches what's mine and lives to tell the take] Avery speaks in Italian his accent just as thick as Enzo’s “Avery, please don’t,” His shoulders tensed he glances over his shoulder and a smirk turns the corner of his lips. Avery pulls the trigger and my eyes widen in horror as Enzo's body hits the ground with his blood and chunks of his flesh stuck to the wall.