Gavin Radio Rebel Novels & Stories

“We Brits should’ve done in all you bloody Highlanders when we ’ad the chance.” Murtagh growled. “Ye daft—” “Would you two idiots swear like some fucking American cowboys for once? Christ,” Rebel swore. He had their attention again now. Solomon’s finger was already on the trigger, as was Rebel’s. Rebel’s grip tightened in threat. “Last chance,” he warned. “Your ol’ antidote will die with me, Rebely.” At the moment, Rebel couldn’t bring himself to care. He’d originally intended to do this without Solomon, so why the hell did it matter? He’d protect Lily for as long as it took and find another way. He’d made a mistake coming here.

“I’m surprised you didn’t go.” “Someone has to stay behind. Usually we switch off, but this is personal for Piercy.” “All because of me.” “Well, Brittany too, but I wasn’t the one getting blown on the side of the road.” That put a smile on my face. “He was equally surprised.” Gavin laughed as he sat back in an armchair. “Yes, yes, he was.” “You guys gossip more than girls, I swear.” “Gamma for beta, approaching now.” Gavin nodded. “Beta is okay to proceed, over.”

Gavin didn't leave because of my rejection. Even though the wound on his abdomen tore open again, blood soaking through the gauze, he still stubbornly guarded the outside of my medical tent like a zombie who felt no pain. Even the scorching sun and sandstorms of Damascus couldn't make him retreat a single step. But his days were not easy. Even in a war zone, the ghost named Elena still haunted him. Because the signal was poor, Gavin's satellite phone rang intermittently.

For the first time in forever, he wasn’t thinking about pain, or war, or the weight of survival. He was just happy. And for now, that was more than enough. Gavin darted down the hall, laughter trailing behind him like confetti as Axel stalked after him with the quiet threat of vengeance in every step. “I’m innocent!” Gavin shouted over his shoulder. “You called me a bedtime goblin!” “I meant it with love!” “You’re done.”

There are people at home who won’t let you do this alone, but you just need to go and get them. ‘You could die! Have you thought of that? I already felt a bond break.’ Gavin lowered his head. ‘I know that. But I knew that when I chose to be a warrior. I knew that when you made me the Gamma. You know how we lived when your father was king. This life is all I know. But if we can stop them... Then my children will never have to become like me.’ His phone vibrated again, and this time he looked at it. There were over a hundred missed calls from Dylan. His best friend would never do that unless he was desperate.

"It's okay, I understand. Actually, you're not the only one who thinks like that. But, almost all of the crew who first joined this program must feel uncomfortable with that attitude!" "R-really?" "Yes, Gavin has come a long way to get here. He is a former soldier officer who was fired for fighting with his commander. After that, he was also in prison for three years for being involved with a gang member who committed a robbery." "Haaah? R-really?" Nina felt very shocked, the story about the captain was completely beyond her expectations. "Hahaha...that's how it is, even though he looks young, he's actually quite old!"

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.

Gwen's shocked filled voice blurts out without pause. While she awaited my response I wondered how many times she used the word 'fuck'. "You should come to church this Sunday Gweneth. Please make an effort so you can be forgiven for speaking such foul language. The Lord opens his arms for everyone." Rebel, a well-known Christian spoke as she stood beside her locker, supposedly catching the words Gwen was uttering. What sharp ears she has there. Great now I'm the one reciting from a children's book. "Fuck off Rebel." Gwen spat.

Naming felt less like drowning. ‎His lip twitched, almost like a smile, but tighter. “My people. A couple of guys from outside the club I trust. Guy called Taye, he’s owed me a favor since I once bailed him out of a mess with a dealer. He’s clean. No loyalties to Marcus. He’ll help.” ‎ ‎“How many?” ‎ ‎“Enough,” he said. “Not too many. We’re not trying to start a war.” ‎

Not only did he not take a one-on-one view, but he also continued the rebellious period to this day. 'Besides, Gavin, gentle, most like grandpa, looks accommodating, provided that he doesn't violate his principles, otherwise he will turn against you. Let's talk about Brother Wu, it's really a collection of Ethan and Gavin's bad habits, playful, belly black, and Yobhel's arrogance. '