Gavin Vine Novels & Stories

He bent lower, breathing warmth against Matteo’s dark hair before pressing a kiss to our son’s crown. Then he offered his palm—open, steady. Not a command, but a pledge. I stared at it—at the pale scars that crossed his skin, silver like healed claw marks, each one earned in the avalanche when he tore through ice and rock to find me. To find us. Slowly, I shifted our pup in my arms and placed my hand in his. His fingers closed around mine—warm, unyielding. Gavin had spent an entire year proving himself. He’d backed my work without a single attempt to cage it.

'Gavin, I want to take a share. Gavin Oliver still didn't reach out. 'Now is not the time. I'll help you when Gavin is stable.' “Gavin。” Kristen Oliver gave a coquetry cry, but couldn't speak. 'Gavin, I know you've worked hard on this company, and I can't bear to see it go bankrupt. Besides, I'm an investor. But I believe in Gavin's strength. Gavin's works are super, super beautiful. It used to be too expensive for me to buy shares, but now if I don't take advantage of Gavin's downturn to buy shares, I'll lose a lot. '

Whatever was going on with Edwin, at least I had them. Gavin raised his glass, the golden liquid sparkling in the afternoon sunlight. “To new beginnings,” he said. “And to Avis, for being brave enough to follow her dreams.” “To new beginnings,” we echoed, clinking our glasses together.

Gavin followed closely behind. Behind me, Edgar's voice broke apart as he yelled, "Wanda! I'll wait for you. I'll wait my whole life if I have to!" … "Sorry you had to see that mess. It was intense. I didn't mean to drag you into it," I said to Gavin as we walked away. Gavin smiled lightly. "No big deal. You already know I like you, don't you?" "I just came out of a marriage that nearly broke me. I'm not ready for anything new… not yet."

The computer screen came to life, and his face met me. The beautiful man who held my heart is looking straight back at me. Funny thing is, he doesn’t even realize it. Evan Giovanni Carter, CEO of Magnus Constructions, thirty-four years old, born on the 18th of October. Adopted by Dr. Jacob and Dra. Olivia Carter at the age of four. Harvard Alumni, with a degree in civil engineering. He started as a freelance contractor, the humble beginning of one of the most successful construction companies in New York City.

Daniel offered. "You do not have to do such a thing," Gavin told his friend before he got out of his seat. "So you are saying that you would rather look like a monk at a place like this?" "Do you want me to turn up dead?" Gavin asked, taking up his glass and chuging it down. He was not sure what was in the glass anymore, as his friend was the one to fill up his glass. He could not take his mind off the fact that he had seen Lila, and she was standing next to one of the most influential men in the city.

Chapter Five Damon’s POV I sat in my office, my fingers gripping the edge of my desk as I stared blankly at the documents in front of me. Reports from my patrol teams, records of supplies, updates on training schedules—important matters that required my attention. But I couldn’t focus. My mind was somewhere else. Or rather, with someone else. Ravina. The name itself sent a sharp ache through my chest. It had been weeks since I rejected her, and yet, I felt her absence like a wound that refused to heal.

"I should probably tell someone about this." "Probably," I said. Neither of us moved. "I'm Gavin," he said, holding out his hand. "Ava," I said, shaking it. "Do you have strong opinions about everything in this aisle or just the cocoa?" he said. "Most things," I said. "Most things," he repeated. "That's either very useful or very exhausting." "Both," I said. "Depending on the day." He looked at the shelf behind me. "What about the vanilla?"

Alana gulps before uttering the words that shock each one of them to the core. “His real name is Austin Jones of the Black Onyx Pack.”

I looked away. Who was I fooling? Gavin was a doctor but he had musician friends and he was also the one who connected me to them that made me who I was today, it was all thanks to him, but I was not only staying here because I want to stay by Russeli's side, I was honestly not done with the music. I heard him exhale sharply and he leaned back to his chair. "You are the boss and I am just a novice." I looked at him and he flashed me a smile, it was a half-hearted smile and it was obvious he didn't want to drag the argument any further.