Gavin Vine Novels & Stories

I loved his eyes so much. “I have to tell you about a man named Gavin,” I started. “Gavin who?” Maverick asked. “Gavin Waters… he’s not from our pack.” “Gavin Waters? The real estate mogul? What about him?” “You’ve heard of him?” I asked hesitantly. “He grew up around my father and Seth.” Oh crap.

Drunk In My Mind ~ Benson Boone Adea A range of thoughts and emotions flit through me as I wonder how Gabe is here and then why. A fiendish idea comes to mind and an equally devilish smile spreads across my face. Because there was only one reason Gabe would be here this morning. Dropping my phone, I moved to get up, my leg shifting when I’m held back down. Shane’s grip had tightened, and he was refusing to let me get away. I definitely didn’t miss the hardness digging into my belly.

I had almost convinced myself it meant nothing. Almost. "There is nothing to talk about," I said. "I disagree." A low voice cut in from the left. "Am I interrupting something?" Gavin Steele stepped out of the shadow of the parking structure with the same quiet intensity he brought to every face-off. Tall, tattooed from collar to wrist, watching the two of us with dark eyes that gave nothing away. His hand found my hip before I could step back. It landed like he had a right to put it there.

The sound of wet footsteps slapping against the pavement makes me turn. And then there he is. Gavin rounds the corner, surfboard tucked under one arm, his hair dripping and plastered to his forehead. Sunlight dances across the droplets trailing down his arms and chest, making him look like he’s been carved out of the ocean itself. He doesn’t rush, doesn’t even seem to notice the way the world tilts when he walks into it. That’s always been Gavin — the kind of boy who doesn’t have to try to take up space, who does it without realizing.

“According to Gavin, getting good reviews and selling well. He’s happy. Seems more at peace these days. I think that’s all he cares about, really.” And that’s the truest thing you can say. Gavin’s full-time writing career ended badly. Too much drinking, too much hype, a near-fatal car accident, and he called it quits seven years ago. He returned to Clifton Heights and for the next five years drifted through a teaching career at the public school, barely getting by and still drinking too much. Two years ago his student was involved in that shooting. Afterward he quit drinking and began writing again . . . Though not necessarily because he wanted to. Not at first, anyway. Like those iron filin

Chapter 40 Gavin is really good and fast. He immediately took me out of the subway before I was hurt. However, all I could do was stare as I watched the gradual combustion of the entire train. "I've seen a lot of this before Guardian of Soul. Trust me, you can get used to it." Gavin said while staring at the burning train. "I think you already know and you have an idea, I used to be human before, guardian of the soul. I'm a priest." He admits.

Gavin raised his glass with a dramatic flourish. “What?” Axel nearly choked on his whiskey. Gavin nodded solemnly, ignoring everyone else's disbelief. “It’s official, we’re dating now. He’s my… what’s it called… soulmate… my person.” Miss Maria pressed her knuckles against her forehead in disbelief. “Gavin… please… you’re drunk.” “Drunk… in love.” Gavin sighed dreamily. “It’s a tragedy.” Axel sighed under his breath, trying not to show how much it amused him.

"You better find a way to even the score. I can't be made a fool of!" "3.6 million dollars? That loaded?" Gavin crushed his cigarette, his eyes narrowing as he let out a disdainful laugh. He whipped out his phone and fired off a few texts. Soon, a sinister grin slowly spread across his face. "Does he think money makes him special? The old town is my domain!" "Wanting to flaunt his wealth in front of me? He can wait his turn!"

"This precious gift we have been blessed with shall be called Gabriel. It means 'God is my strength.' We went through a lot and thought we had lost him. Even my beloved wife, here was in so much ordeal. I thought I had lost them both, but by divine miracle, my son survived. They both survived and I am so happy and grateful to God." The cheers and applause caused him to pause before he continued. "Thank you. His middle name shall be Braide, in honor of my wonderful father-in-law." More cheers and applause followed. Braide, surprised and emotional, hugged his wife. Boma saw this and was touched. She stood close to Donovan, happy as Donovan continued. "So, ladies and gentlemen, friends and fam

Gala said, putting a hand on my shoulder “if anyone knows Alpha Nathan, it is me” “He doesn’t want me around anyway, and his mum isn’t making things any better” I said, turning to face her. Gala smiled and nodded at me to take a seat. I watched as she made me a cup of coffee before sitting in front of me. I wrapped my hands around the cup and looked down at the foam “I just don’t know what to do to please him”