Gavin Books Novels & Stories

I grabbed the three books Gavin had given me, tucking them into my bag, and took a deep, steadying breath before heading back out. The scene that greeted me stopped me in my tracks. Gavin was in my kitchen again. The scent of frying bacon and fresh toast filled the small space, a warm, domestic aroma that was so out of place it felt surreal. He was plating food—perfectly sunny-side-up eggs with runny yolks, crispy bacon, and golden toast. He poured a glass of orange juice from a pitcher, the pulpy liquid a vibrant orange against the glass. “What’s this?” I asked, my voice softer than I intended.

he asked, settling beside me, his hand brushing against my thigh. “She already does,” I said, hugging her against my chest, her breath hitching with a small hiccup as she shoved her fist into her mouth and chewed. She squealed and smacked her wet fist against my cheek, then gave my collarbone a gummy bite. ~ Gavin climbed onto the bed with his arms full of books, his blanket dragging behind him, half asleep but too proud to ask for help. Tyler took them from him, stacked them on the nightstand, and lifted the blanket up without a word.

That debt was the reason I found myself sharing a home with Gavin Clarke. Gavin was a man I had no business longing for. Strategic to the bone, driven by visions others couldn’t see, and utterly ruthless when it came to choices that shaped the pack’s future. By the time he hit twenty-five, he’d carved out a powerful trade network for his wolves, sealing pacts that spanned the entire northern frontier. Human media painted him as a prodigy in business; among alphas, he was the Wolf of Wall Street—an apex predator who made his own laws and broke everyone else’s.

Gavin was a council member of the Five Provinces Business Alliance. The previous day, Zack, a member of the Five Provinces Business Alliance had offended Lex. Yacob, the business alliance’s president was furious and phoned Gavin to scold him, asking him to seek forgiveness. Gavin heard it was because the Callahans knew a particular general. In order to extinguish his anger, he prepared a generous gift today and personally came to celebrate Lex’s birthday. Gavin was a low-profile person who rarely attended any events. Many people were envious of Lex for getting Gavin to show up in person and prepare such a generous gift.

'Gavin, I want to take a share. Gavin Oliver still didn't reach out. 'Now is not the time. I'll help you when Gavin is stable.' “Gavin。” Kristen Oliver gave a coquetry cry, but couldn't speak. 'Gavin, I know you've worked hard on this company, and I can't bear to see it go bankrupt. Besides, I'm an investor. But I believe in Gavin's strength. Gavin's works are super, super beautiful. It used to be too expensive for me to buy shares, but now if I don't take advantage of Gavin's downturn to buy shares, I'll lose a lot. '

Gavin nods briskly, like this is a clean-cut business transaction, and I suppose that’s the way it needs to be because some things are simply too horrible and strange and must be held at a safe, dispassionate distance. Well, hell. I’m already thinking like everyone else in this town, aren’t I? Gavin looks down at that large, black leather-bound book and pats it. “I really don’t know how much I can tell you, but I do know that everything changed about a year ago when we first met. I’d still been drinking pretty heavily, when . . . ” He sighs and pushes the book toward me. “Go ahead,” he whispers. “Read it yourself.”

he said, rubbing his hand behind his neck. He saw me too? I felt my face grow warm under the intensity of his stare; my heart was racing wildly in my chest. “It’s honestly not a big deal,” I said, trying to sound casual. “I appreciate that you picked up my books though. Thank you…” “It’s the least I could do,” he shrugged. “I’m Gavin by the way.” “I’m Erin.” His smile was large and revealed a row of perfect teeth, my breathing got caught in my throat.

Please come back to us I smiled a little despite everything. My readers. My community. The people who had no idea they were reading my actual life. But I couldn’t write. Not now. Not when I didn’t even understand what was happening anymore. I closed the app and opened G****e instead.I typed in “Gavin Cross” and hit search. The results loaded immediately. The first link was to the Titans’ official website. I clicked it. And there he was. The photo I’d taken during the photoshoot. Gavin in that charcoal suit, his dark eyes intense, his expression commanding.

Brittany went with a classic french tip with a coffin style. “Thanks. You too.” Walking over to Gavin, he was texting away on his phone. “Are you going to make it?” “No.” He glanced at me. “How are you holding up? Piercy gave the warriors your book. He’s looking over it with them.” “How’s that going?” I glanced down at his phone. Piercy’s name was pulled up. Gavin gave it to me to look. Piercy: Why the fuck did she need to do this? Gavin: Earn trust, you know this. How’s it going?

both Penny and Nathan exclaimed, practically in stereo. I nodded, lips twitching into a smug grin. "Yep. Gavin is officially in love with a girl. A real, living, breathing female." "Wait—your brother Gavin? Mr. 'Emotions Are For The Weak' Gavin?" "Gavin who's emotionally constipated and allergic to feelings? And only flirt for fun." Penny added. "Yep. That Gavin," I confirmed, popping the P in my lips. "Holy crap. Did pigs start flying and nobody told me?" Penny gasped, clutching her chest.