Ben X Kevin Novels & Stories

The next moment, Raven throws himself at me, wrapping his arms and legs around me so that I stumble back and we both crush down on the sofa. “You’re fucking kidding me!” he yells. “You’ve got to be screwing with me! I’m going to see them live? No shit, James? You’re my fucking favorite person in the world, you know that? I fucking love you, do you know that?” I can see Catherine in the background, wincing at his string of curses. She catches my eye and mouths, ‘What is it?’ “Two tickets to a ‘Fake Drug’ show in Harrisburg,” I growl, trying to unglue Raven from me. “Come on, dude, let go. Seriously, you’re overreacting.”

Kevin still held his mother’s hand, and he gulped and looked away when Jenatrix fixed her lightning eyes on his face. “Do you really want to know what a Boneseeker Man is, Sugar Pie?” Jenatrix spoke to the young man while stroking her finger across her half-exposed cleavage. Jenatrix had lustful thoughts toward Kevin, and her thoughts involved doing some filthy sexual things to the young man. She loved his braided mohawk hairstyle, his mulatto skin tone, his crucifix earring, and the urban tattoos that complimented his attractive, athletically muscular arms. Jenatrix thought Kevin looked like her favorite rapper, Drake, only skinnier with dreadlocks. “Yeah, I wanna know,” Kevin replied to Je

"Wormy?" Bima clenched his fist. The raw Indomie in his mouth tasted bland. It wasn't because of the flavor, but because of the sudden surge of rage. He recognized that voice. And that smug smile. Kevin. The former middle school gym influencer who always used Bima as a verbal punching bag regarding the importance of protein. And now, in the middle of a zombie apocalypse, Kevin had reappeared with muscles that were even bigger than before. It was as if the apocalypse was just an excuse to show off his physique.

"You're nothing but a tool. A follower. You do whatever Ethan tells you to do, think whatever Ethan tells you to think. You don't have a single original thought in your head." "Kevin—" I started, but he wasn't done. "You want to call me a gigolo?" Kevin continued, his voice rising. "Fine. But at least I'm not a spineless lapdog who bases his entire identity on someone else's approval." Devian's hands clenched into fists. Bryan stepped between them again, more forcefully this time. "That's enough," Bryan said sharply. "Both of you. This is a hospital. Show some respect." But Kevin wasn't finished.

Bobbette disappears into the kitchen, leaving the father-daughter duo in the living room. “You can have a seat, Mr. Kevin," Kevlyn gestures to the couch. She removes a pink book from the table with rhinestones and bedazzles decorating the cover. Then she takes the chair opposite Kevin. She holds a pencil in her left hand as she opens the book. “You can just call me Kevin." “We are not friends yet, so Mr. Kevin will do for now," Kevlyn says through squinted eyes and Kevin chuckles. “Ok. So, I am a teacher — a professor, actually. I am doing a master's degree right now at Berkeley University."

Ben who had just entered the room took the chance and picked up the laptop from Kevin's grasp as he too joined them in a hug, he didn't know what exactly had happened, because even after Bella was pronounced dead he hadn't reacted this way so most probably it was not related to her, and there has never been a day in his whole life that he had seen Kevin this weak, do whatever it was that had hurt him was most probably very important to him. Kevin, are you okay, what's wrong, Joel politely asked after Kevin had calmed down, he had taken upon him to wipe the stream of tears on Kevin's cheeks, he was not used to seeing his brother like this and seeing his brother who was always very calm breaki

Elle says. "It is not your fault though. It is not any of ours. Morden has a one track mind and only cares about getting what she wants and she will do it any way possible. We will just have to work harder in classes and I will have to have Kevin train Julia in combat so that she can get more training in than if I were to be the one to do it." I say to them. "Who is Kevin?" Julia says shyly. "Kevin is my Beta. He will be able to train you well. If you ever have an issue then Laina can take care of him. He is slightly scared of her after their last couple of sparring matches." Dante says jokingly.

“Which is why you’re going to tell me everything you know. I’ve seen you with him. You’re close.” Kevin held his hands up in defense. “Look, Ben never tells me much. He’s always been private—doesn’t let people in. But…” He hesitated. “But what?” I snapped. “There was something he said… a few weeks ago. He mentioned sleeping with Nikki.” My eyes narrowed. “What about her?” Kevin licked his lips. “He said he was going to win her over… said she was his instrument of war. That he was using her.” My blood ran cold.

He trailed nervously when my blank expression didn't once shift. He reaches out his hand, grinning widely as if not embarrassed by my unimpressed stare. " I'm Kevin by the way. I'm in your Bio class. I sit at the back- "Move." I froze, my heart hammering in my chest as his voice flutters above me. I snapped my head up and bit the inside of my bottom lip as I watch Kade glare nastily at Kelvin, I mean Kevin. Kerwin, shit I mean Kevin who heard the unpleased angry voice of Kade, turns his head around almost reluctantly. He gulps visibly, his features twitching with fear. "Ugh sorry-

That way, there won't be any interference from Benjamin Winchester about their marriage and the baby. During his time in Boston, he made a very useful friend. His name was Kevin Michaels. A black man with a big sense of humor. Kevin ran a fight club and was a boxer himself. "Alex! My man!" Kevin burst into the nightclub with a shiny grin plastered across his face. "Have a seat." Alessandro offered. Kevin swiveled the stool and perched on it. "So, what do you need from me?" "You." Kevin rattles out a contagious laugh. "Whoa! I don't swing like that, bro."