Gavin's Friend Novels & Stories

Gavin couldn't pain his face anymore. “Lu—” “I remember her,” she uttered and began to cry in silence. “She's Cassandra, Gavin…” She sobbed as he held Gavin in his arms while crying. “She's my best friend,” her voice almost broke. She remembers Cassandra Alvarez, her best friend.

Let me help you " he offered me a hand and I accepted. "I will see you when we get there. Don't worry, I will be with you the whole way. Okay?" He said and I nodded. "Thanks, Gavin" he kissed my cheeks and hurried to one of the other vans. "What is that all about?" Stacy demanded and I shrugged. "You know Gavin. We are friends." I replied and she smirked at me knowing. "Looks like he wants more than that friendship " she said just as Troy and Jon got in. "Who wants more than what?" My brother demanded.

Why did I ever think that it's a good idea to dangle outside her office? “Gavin!” I screamed as I saw him getting accidentally shot by Brit. He grimaced, more in annoyance than of pain before quickly recovering. I pounded the glass wall as I tried to break it. I should have gone for the rooftop like Gavin did. I had thought that I could easily break the glass or maybe find an open window but Brit had everything locked. Gavin is one of my friends from the orphanage. Before mom took me he and Grayson took me into their little group. They never find a new family but mom and Helena had welcomed them into our home like a family after they were kicked out from the orphanage.

Devon entered his study room and left his son all pissed off because he brought up what happened in the past. Out of frustration, Gavin left the mansion and headed to the club where some of his friends were. It had been quite a long time since they last saw each other so his friends wanted to have a little bit of celebration for the return of their grounded buddy. Watching the so-called special gifts enter their private room, Gavin could not help but shake his head. He was really not a fan of clubbing and flirting with some women whose clothes were already close to being naked. "Come on, man. Do not be such a spoilsport," one of his friends claimed as they enjoyed the company of several stri

She doesn't want to break her friendship with him but she can't helped it, if their friendship turns the other way then she would have to stay away even how reluctant it is for her part. "Hello Kaitlyn, how are you?" Gavin greeted her hesitating at first. "I've been better Gav." There was not a hint of annoyance in both of their faces. "So it's truly you are sick." Gav take a good look at her appearance. "So what did you expect Gav." She smiled. " Thought you are so annoyed with my silly jealousy issue, and doesn't want to be friends with me. I'm sorry friend." In front of Kaitlyn Gavin does have to act manly. " I was overcome with jealousy that I wasn't thinking clearly."

I finished the last dish and placed it on the table, then helped Layla Bennett, Celine Fletcher's mother, to her seat. Just as we sat down, my childhood friend, Celine, walked out of the room with her boyfriend, Felix Lindsey. Seeing the table full of food, she casually remarked, "Didn't expect you to be so capable." At her words, Felix's expression darkened. He slammed his cutlery onto the floor, clearly annoyed. "Can you not talk so much when we're eating?"

“He’s almost twice your age and your friend’s father.” “I know, but I love him.” He stops and stares at me just as the sound of a car pulling up interrupts us. Giovanni parks and jumps out, then runs over to me. “Are you okay?” I smile, wiping my tears. My heart feels whole whenever I see him. I nod. “Why have you been crying? Why are you out here?” He turns slowly and pulls his gun. “How are you still walking?” I grab his hand. “Tesoro, don’t. That’s not Colin.”

she replied. "Yeah. I think you are right. I am just overthinking." Rolling his eyes he chuckled texting back "Yeah. I am always Right Baby." While seeing him his friend's eyes narrowed as he tried to glance at Remo's phone. However, Remo dodged his eyesight. Raghav was his next-door buddy. They had been friends for as long as he could remember. They were even such great friends that he even let him use his phone to talk to various FB girlfriends like him. But He didn't want to tell him about Jacqueline just yet.

“And what is wrong with you?” I let out a slow breath, setting the glass down. “You have no idea,” I said quietly. “Then tell me.” I finally looked at her. “Duncan’s first son is here,” I began, my voice low but steady. “The one he gave away. The one whose mother is dead. The one whose aunt was banished.” I paused. “The one whose sister…” my throat tightened slightly, “…was my best friend.” Mira’s expression softened,but only slightly.

I purr, arching into her touch, fully aware that every grind, every kiss, every teasing little moan is just for him. Grayson Bennett—president of the Crimson Reapers, my best friend Alyssa's older brother, and the man I've been messing around with for the past nine months—doesn't exactly come with a label. Mostly because he's still technically married to the wife who ghosted him nearly a year ago. But I've been on the back of his bike. I've been to the clubhouse. And he sure as hell doesn't complain when I tag along—or climb into his bed.