Gavin Vine Novels & Stories

It felt as if his bones were finally listening to him again. "Gavin, tell Vince to come and see me." "Yes!" After a while, Gavin brought Vince to the hall. "Vince, there's something I would like you to help me with," Cillian said. He stood at the window with his back to Vince. "Yes, Mr. Shields Senior! Just say the word!" Vince stood upright and looked straight ahead.

“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.

Gavin’s fully stocked liquor cabinet had seen quite an upswing in use, recently. Jim shook his head. Truth was, Gavin had reached a critical mass and was barreling toward a threshold. And, like many authors Jim had worked with over the years this meant only one thing: trouble. A train was roaring down the tracks and Gavin seemed pretty content to stand in its path and stare it down like the stubborn son of a bitch that he was. “Yes I’ve got a Myspace. And a Facebook Fan Page and a Facebook personal page. I’m Linked In, Foursquared and Twittered to hell. Set that all up myself thanks very much, with no help from you.”

Gavin smiled, and shook Xander's hand as he said, "Xander, you're here." Gavin was well-connected in the business industry. Many people respected him and gave him face, but he knew that he was no different than everyone else in Xander's eyes. He also knew that Xander might not give him the time of day, but it did not matter. What mattered was what outsiders thought of their relationship and what the media wrote about it. To Gavin's surprise, Xander's assistant handed her boss a disinfectant wipe right after he let go of his hand. Xander grabbed the wet wipe and wiped his hands over and over again.

no one will be able to stop him in news show, none in this industry because he is Gavin Firth. "Yes, can I help you?" Gavin's tone was firm but sounded without any thoughts that could make people think what kind of mood he was in, even though he was already very annoyed with the person who called him. "Gavin..." John Walker greeted in a welcoming tone, but Gavin just rolled his eyes at that "-were you looking for me yesterday, my secretary said you were looking for me-" "Yes..." Gavin answered spontaneously before he caught his breath not to shout how dare he provoke him in the morning like this "I just wanted to show you some program lists for our CBS, but if you're busy-"

"Gavin is there and he already caught the mole, boss. Nothing to worry already." It was a relief when I learnt about that. Aside from Saint and Lorenzo, Gavin has the potential on being my right-hand man as well aside from being a team leader. However, I don't want him to let go at his title as he and his team have been doing great for the past few years.

"Really good." God, she hoped she was convincing him she was into this – when nothing was further from the truth. They came to the end of the hallway too soon for Tatum and he was pushing them into a room, closing the door behind them. Tatum pressed her back against the door as far as she could, willing herself not to run away. She glanced at Gavin, thinking there could be worse looking guys she could pick to help her get rid of her virginity. Actually, he was good looking, he had no trouble getting and keeping women for a night. He was tall, leanly muscled, had the beginnings of a sleeve tattoo on his right arm, and his hair was in this growing out stage where it looked like he wasn't sure

Anything to take the emphasis away from my sheer embarrassment. "I'm Genie". I can't even look him in the eye, let alone believe that he's sitting next to me and talking to me. "Nice name - what's it short for?". "It's Genevieve". I mumble. "Wow, not a name you hear often. I like it! So now we're acquainted can I buy you a drink?". He asks. Reluctantly I agree " Ok, a Guinness would be good. But just to clarify, It's not normally something I would do".

"100 million going once, going twice, Gone! And banged the gavel. "You are welcome" he smiled at Vinca who had a shocked look. Damont, dejected, squeezed his palm into a ball, really wishing to give Frost a clout on the nose.

he says "I can leave if you want." I say making to get up form the bench "No. it's ok. You can stay" he says rubbing the back of his head."I am Ryan Montegue and you are ?" he asks offering his hand like a little gentleman. "I am Gavin Montez. Pleased to meet you." I shake his hand and then dissolve into a pile of giggles. He joins me not long after and we laugh for a while. "You ae pretty." he says looking at me