Gavin Books Novels & Stories

Chapter 40 Gavin is really good and fast. He immediately took me out of the subway before I was hurt. However, all I could do was stare as I watched the gradual combustion of the entire train. "I've seen a lot of this before Guardian of Soul. Trust me, you can get used to it." Gavin said while staring at the burning train. "I think you already know and you have an idea, I used to be human before, guardian of the soul. I'm a priest." He admits.

On and on. It was starting to feel like everything—every conversation, every thought—revolved around them. Doesn’t she have a life of her own? She wasn't even related to the damn woman! Gavin sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his temple lightly. He casted a look around the small wooden cabin; he really needed to get out of here. This trip had done nothing but pull him further away from his goals. He wasn’t supposed to be wasting time wandering around on hiking trails. He had a plan. And this stupid mini vacation or whatever it was with Sophie wasn’t part of that plan.

“You just said you’re not into men.” “I’m not,” she whispered fiercely. “But if I were… he’d be the reason I reconsidered.” That sent me into another fit of laughter. Meanwhile, Gavin cleared his throat at the front of the room, surveying the students with that quiet confidence I had always admired whenever we exchanged pleasantries back at home. “Good morning, everyone. I’m Dr. Gavin Black, and I’ll be your instructor for English 203 this semester.” The entire room seemed to collectively lean forward, like they couldn’t believe someone his age, someone who looked like that was standing there with the authority of a professor.

He wondered what made her so calm tonight, did Mr Lucas have something to do with it? Gavin chewed his third samosa thoughtfully. He was eighteen but not oblivious. He had eyes, and he had noticed the way Lucas had shown up at the housewarming and the way he and April moved around each other with that particular careful energy that people had when they were trying not to be obvious about something. He remembers the way April changes the subject whenever Lucas' name came up and the way she didn't quite meet his eyes when she did it. That was the thing about Gavin that people tended to underestimate. He talked a lot, laughed easily and made himself agreeable in almost every room he walked into

"Gavin, why are only Fiona and I diving into the Champions Cup? Aren't you and Irving entering the arena?" Gavin’s eyes remained fixed on the winding highway ahead as he replied with casual confidence, "Irving and I don't need tournament ranks to establish dominance. I executed a solo syndicate purge in the North last winter, and Irving is gearing up for an elite assassination campaign at the turn of the new year."

I mean, it’s not that I’m worried or whatsoever and of course he’s the master of this house and… and… we’re just… tools for him… Damn it. I hate it when my thoughts interfere with the decisions that I decided to do. It’s not that bad but being unsure all suddenly, it’s making me feel that my decision is all wrong. It makes me doubt myself. “... I see. Then he’s either in transaction or business meetings. Sometimes Gavin works overtime to attend dinner meetings that sometimes needed to be in other country since he also deals with international clients.” Right, I remembered Gavin saying he’s handling transactions after he disappears in a week or so.

Hadriel questioned as he just could not understand why Gavin would give that book to Asher, now he had put himself in trouble. "I. . . I just wanted him to read the book, I've been creating different editions for this book and you are the only one in the grand castle who is aware that i am the creator, i just thought it wouldn't be nice if we kept hiding it from him, after all, he is slowly becoming an adult, he definitely needs to know these things." Gavin replied as he sighed. "Who would have thought the book would end up in the Third prince's lounge?"

"About the Cullen family, and… Garrett." Gavin listened intently, his expression unreadable. I couldn't help but notice how unlike the stereotypical mafia men he seemed: his body language was relaxed, his posture open, and his eyes never once hardened, even when mentioning Garrett's name. In fact, Gavin seemed more like a diplomat than a mobster, and I found myself unsure of what to make of him. "I'll try my best," Gavin replied, smiling- more reassuring me than promising, it seemed. "I don't usually deal in these matters, but I understand your position. Garrett is…complicated. And I suspect that there's a lot more here than he's letting on."

“Though your boyfriend must have had a lot of free time to do all that. What does he do when he isn't a pretend physics enthusiast?” Noah was looking at me — had been since he got here. He was asking me questions about a grown man who was also standing right in front of him and could answer them himself. It was as if he was trying to belittle Gavin. I'd be damned if I let that happen. But unfortunately, I had to first answer this question. I couldn't have Gavin tell Noah his true profession. “Gavin's a private equity managing partner,” I said to Noah. “And my finances are better for it. He gives me solid investment advice.”

“She’s out of the deal. Couldn’t close. I left a trail.” Jack smirks. “So she knows it was you?” “She’ll know by morning.” “Good. Vivian’s been haunting all of us for too long. If she wants war, she can have it.” Gavin arrives ten minutes later, still in slacks and a white shirt rolled to the elbows. His tie’s stuffed in his jacket pocket, hair slightly mussed like he spent the whole drive debating whether to keep his temper or use it. He nods to both of us, sets his phone face-down on the counter, and cracks a beer before anyone has to offer.