Gavin Casalegno Ethnicity Novels & Stories

He tsked, “I have someone I want you to watch.” “Give me a name,” Kane said immediately, and he knew he was in front of his laptop. “Gavino Faustin.” “Who’s this motherfucker?” “Triad’s gun smuggler,” he answered. “Call me when he enters the country so I can clean up the mess.” Kane laughed. “Yeah, yeah. By the way, have you heard about what happened to Kavish?” He sighed, “Yeah.” “Will he be okay?” “He’ll be fine,” he said.

the couple smiled at Sevastina's words "Well, what do you think of the race you're looking at? It's half Spanish slash American slash filipino slash si pa na SpanFil see? It's a perfect combination so I won't be surprised if their son is a boy who is beautiful and handsome" thylane said happily . "You were also beautiful when you gave birth because you're half indian, right? Then wander is half Japanese-British and your eyes are still big so you're living chakadoll" thylane frowned at what jv said while wander punched his friend weakly

The elder daughter looked like her mother but with blonde hair, while the youngest was a mixture having her mother's face and hair but father’s eyes and smile. “Is her family. My Beta Damon Petridis and their children Zoe, Alexander, and Regina.” he explained, pointing to each person, his arm brushing mine as his chest pressed into my back. “This is my Gamma’s family. Ezio Salvi, his mate Dayna, and their son Valter. And this is my Delta Gionata Cavallo with his mate Tasha and their daughter Dania.” he continued to point out pictures.

Dating My Ex-Boyfriend’s Father . Chapter 15: BILLIONAIRE JAVAN GAVIN ROSWELL . *JAVAN ROSWELL* NAME~~Addison Garcia. ADDRESS~~Apartment 102 Cobitthan building, New York City. AGE~~21. PARENTS: Philips Garcia- Owner and Founder of Garcia Associations Mother : presumed dead; unknown whereabouts GPA~~(4.5) DEGREE ~~(Business Administration) JOB~~Worker for Roswell Corporations.

He says eventually, noises behind him reveal the blonde girl that Flame was arguing with earlier. “Oh please be Darius’ friend.” She grins, pushing the boy out of the way and extending her hand. “I’m Gale. Gale Winters.” “Cain Harden.” I shake her hand quickly before dropping it and turning to the boy again, attempting to be pleasant when I just want him to get the fuck out of my way. “Darius told me we were going Tree Surfing.”

He asks, and Val tightens her grip on me. “Cillian O’Reilly, this is my fiancée Valentina Giuseppe and Rocco Santos.” I say and he looks from Val to Rocco and he nods his head and turns to the others. “Mar sin iad an da cheann a bhfuil ar Cassie ina dhiaidh?” (So these two are the ones our Cassie is after?) He asks in Irish and I look at Andros and he looks at me and I know he knows what they are saying.

"I'm sure everyone is eager to learn about the real Giovanni Haynes, rather than the person who poses with fancy cars and touts his business successes. So, let's begin with you sharing a bit about yourself." He took a long sip of his wine, and for a moment, he looked as if he regretted agreeing to this interview. "Well, I was born on July 23, 1992, in Italy to a Pakistani father and an Italian-Indian mother. I was named after my grandfather, Giovanni the First. My brother, who was five at the time, gave me my middle name, Anton, after his favorite cartoon character—” He chuckled, as if recalling some fond memories, while I found myself captivated by the fact that he was a blend of three beau

He takes this a step further, explaining, “I figured Brie, for short, is Americanized. Chantal was my mother’s name—she was French. And Angelini is Italian, like my father. Obviously.” “All totally indicative of your country’s melting pot,” I muse. “Well, we don’t have that many United States ex-pats residing within our borders, but since her mother is American… I had to make the distinction.” “That’s very gracious of you.” My lips graze his. Softly. “And it honestly is a gorgeous name.” A royal one. His eyes twinkle, impishly. “I’m glad you approve.” “Very much so.” Now it’s his lips that are tangling with mine. Deliciously. Seductively.

I took a sip of champagne. "You have another name?" Henry asked "Isn't your name Xavier Arcana?" "Half is wrong." I took a bite from a brownie "My real name is Xavier Arivonese. There's no 'Arcana' in my name." "Aren't you Italian?" "Yes. The Italian part is 'Arivonese.' I'm not related to the Gionovese but our names come from the men the mafias follow after." "Oh.......you mean the two men who started the first mafia in Italy?"

I won’t let anyone or anything hurt this family. “I will be here as long as your father needs me and as long as you and Ana want me.” I responded. Gavin pulled away from the hug and gave me a huge smile. He had the same raven black hair and sharp facial features of his father, the pale colour of his mother, and eyes of silver-blue; a union of the ocean and the moon, making him look like a vampire. “Now go on to bed. You are way past your bedtime. C’mon I’ll tuck you in.” I tucked the young boy in bed and kissed him on the forehead and waited for him to fall asleep as I did with his sister. It did not take long for Gavin drift into dreamland, and in inched towards the exit door, slowly.