Gavin From Radio Rebel Novels & Stories

His was a chaotic career held together by good bilingual music, a hot body he liked to show off, and a PR team that knew how to turn disaster into gold. The same man was here now. In flesh. All six feet of superstardom sitting on the studio bed, looking at me with an expression I couldn’t read. “We took a break and were just about to resume his tattoo. Have a seat and wait,” Gavin said to me, gesturing to a chair before slipping on a pair of black gloves and walking to Telly. “I’ll stand,” I insisted.

I chuckled and reminded myself for the millionth time not to fall for his pick up lines. The cab driver, a 50ish man, put some music on probably because he found our conversation cheesy. Jasper suddenly sang along to Neyo's Miss Independent and the cab driver rolled his eyes. "I guess nobody really is perfect. Why are you so tone deaf?" I pretended to cover my ears and scrunched up my face. The cab driver chuckled. "Hey! My mom said I've got a great voice and that I could even audition for American idol. Simon Cowel would love me! Miss independent. Oh how I love her.."

Yelled our father using is alpha command. Matthew the Commander of our army just returned from what was supposed to be a milk run. Telling us he had a run in with the heathen we lost one of our men and our cousin Dj is in critical condition because the heathen infected him with its venom. Matt was fed from as well but for some reason wasnt injected with the venom. On top of that he failed to bring us the human rebel that wears the heathens mark which could lean us to the heathen. "So let me guess this straight. You went to fetch the human rebel that could be our only lead to get the heathen. Then the heathen showed up to get his girl and free the other humans" said my brother in anger.

“What if she says no?” “Then I will stay with her until she dies and I’ll deal with the loss my own way.” “Which is?” “I have picked out a nice sepulchre by the ocean, close to where I was reborn.” “You’ll petrify yourself?” I haven’t told anyone except Sebastian this, and I never planned on telling Vesper, but I had it all worked out. After the last Festival of Creation, I wanted to go into the Sepulchre. I couldn’t stand it anymore. This life had become too painful. Simone gave me a reason, small and short as that time may be, to keep going for a little while longer. “Sebastian had orders to revive me a hundred years from now,” I say.

Gavin proceeds, "She'll go gloating to Janelle and they're going to feel jubilant for getting to you. You're a badass, and you should show them that.” “That's very inspiring Mr. Morgan. Just that I don't know how.” “Perks of having Reagan as my best friend. I'll have him hack their phones, and see what he can find.” The only peaceful thing about the night is sleeping in Gavin's arms. He just knows how to do it. To do things that calm me down. I shrink in his arms for the whole night because it's the safest place. ______________

"Promise me that as long as I’m willing to make an effort, you won’t give up on us." Lyric’s eyes flickered with uncertainty. She hesitated, shutting them for a brief second before finally nodding. Gavin sighed in relief, pressing a lingering kiss to her forehead. She smiled. Then, he climbed into the driver’s seat, igniting the engine and pulling away from the lot. --- In the Shadows… A figure stepped out from behind a tree, bathed in darkness. A phone was pressed to his ear. "Yes," he muttered. His voice was low, cold. "I’ll keep tabs on Gavino and his new plaything. But… I think he might actually like this one."

Arturo continued, addressing someone in particular, “not everyone here knows your girlfriend. Maybe you can introduce her on your own? Since everyone’s here. Use this opportunity, Gavin.” “We’re not campaigning, Man,” Gavin joked seriously. “How about that?” Arturo turned to the people around. “Looks like this one isn’t proud of his companion.” “Hey,” Gavin interjected. “I’m very proud of her.” “Then, the mic is yours,” Arturo said, placing the mic in Gavin’s left hand. Gavin had no choice but to take the mic given by Arturo. He looked at Evadne beside him, holding her hand. Gavin smiled at Evadne, as if in a simple way, to convey trust. That there was nothing for her to worry about. So, she

“This is my brother, Talen, just returned from his latest expedition.” “Well met,” Redmon Summit grasped Thaelen’s hand warmly. “It is truly a pleasure. This calls for whiskey. Come join me,” he tossed the reins to one of the gardeners. “Tell Simen that Mr Gawaine is here to collect Ms Gawaine’s order. Come this way, gentlemen,” he gestured towards the house. “I’m not really respectable,” Thaelen demurred. He had no wish to drink whiskey with a man from Alden who was involved in slave labor in the form of convicts, and whose wife was so decidedly unpleasant.

“Geez, here comes the waterworks…“ In the midst of all the curious stares and whispers around him, Gavin let out a guttural sob. Someone, gathering the courage, approached him. “Sir, do you need help?“ “Aren‘t you Gavin Hartley?“ People began to recognize him. Another voice said, “I know him! He was so passionate when he was younger. We all thought he was the most romantic guy. And that woman who just won, she looks like Ms. Chapman.“ “I heard he‘s still single and waiting for her. How sad.“

The whole town had been destroyed by the betrayal, resulting in so much fighting that this delicate fourteen-year-old girl was the only survivor left from the little village on the mountain. The young girl sits hunched over her small wooden desk, devoid of all materials but those she brought with her, as she works with nothing but candle flame to drive away the darkness in the small, dank cabin that smelled of dirt and drying blood. This is where the girl made her name as the messenger of the Covenant.