Keanu Reeves Autobiography Book Novels & Stories

Keegan Pov My name is Keegan Davies. My parents died when I was 12 years old and now I live with my uncle. Uncle Rave Williams was my grandfather, on my mother’s side’s, twin brother. He is the only family I have left. He was married a long time ago but his wife and child died during labor so he never remarried. That was 40 years ago. I work in his restaurant and he told me that I will be the owner, once he retires but first I need to get my business degree from the university.

Left to my own devices once more, I fell to the floor where I was standing and ran my hair in frustration. Great job. I mentally admonished myself. Blabbing your mouth like that will definitely get Levin and Krystal to safety. Groaning in frustration, I curled into a ball and wrapped my arms around myself, and for the first time I let myself grieve for the mother I had lost sixteen years ago. IN HIS PERSONAL CHAMBERS KANE'S POV Kane Reynolds was a simple man at heart. All his life all he wanted was to live a simple and quiet life.

Now it was my turn to be smug. Hearing this, Kairo rolled his eyes so hard they practically disappeared into his head. I stared at the minimalist profile picture for “Kevin Keane.” I’d heard he was a mercenary who worked overseas. Even Brother Evan calls him a big shot, I thought. Just how incredible must he be?

He should have said it sooner. Kean glanced bored, occasionally grunting in annoyance. Since earlier, he had been following Reagan. Wherever he went, to be precise, he went to all the many auctions that were held. In fact, he had met Alex as usual, focusing on his dark business of auctioning human organs or Alex's own human prisoners. "I thought you were taking a break." Alex, like Regan, liked to find out more about Kean and his problems. Kean chuckled again when the same thing Regan had said came up again. The intention was to join the auction with Reagan so that he could forget. Still, he remembered again when someone provoked the conversation in that direction.

"As before? Have you been here before?" Reeves' blue eyes darkened like smoke as he muttered, "I used to be a former resident here. I was only fifteen years old when I was brought here, caught in illegal drugs that almost ruined my life." His smile was bitter as he looked at her. "I was a rebellious teenager who sought the attention of my father, that bad guy, who was too busy with his own ego than taking care of his family. Until I got to the point of risking my life.” He glanced grimly at the rehab. "Although bitter, I admit that this rehab has saved my life."

God… I didn't know what to make of anything. … We got in the car. Kian beside me, slower than he should have been, his hand pressed hard against his shoulder. Reeves in the front without being asked, engine already running. Two of his team in the car behind us. Not all of his team. Reeves sat with his hands on the wheel and looked in the mirror at the clearing one last time. I watched his face do something in the reflection — something private and enormous and very quickly suppressed. He looked at the ground near the trees. At the shapes that were not moving. At the people he had brought out here and could not bring back.

I said, happy that he didn’t ask about the book I was looking for. I went up as he left with Aztec. Dropping the book on the couch, I went into the bathroom to shower. Some of the scars on my body seemed fainter today or maybe it was just me. I walked out of the bathroom and into the closet. I grabbed one of his shirts to wear. When I was done and stepped out, Keanu was standing in the room with one of the books in his hand and the others opened on the bed. He slowly looked up at me “What do you know about the Conversion?”

Keanu opened his wardrobe and organized the documents he needed to prepare for an interview with a company in three days. "People are still having fun, while I have to apply for a job I never wanted at all," Keanu grumbled as he tidied up his drawing tools on the table and stored them in a special box. "Karletta gets to do what she wants, but me? My life has never been free, even since before Mom was released from prison." "She's my mother... but why do I feel so distant from her?" Keanu complained about many things in his life. He wasn't even allowed to find out who his father was or what he looked like. All news revealing the crimes his parents committed had been erased, leaving no trace a

Reagan began. "During cremation, something happened," He went ahead to explain in detail all that happened when he burnt the bodies of the attackers. Everyone listened with shock, panic, and attention. "During my research, I came across this..." He reached into the folds of his tunic and produced a worn leather-bound book, "The Ashkai," he declared, enjoying their reactions. At least, they all felt just how he felt when he found out. "These are myths, Reagan," Kellan scoffed, waving his hand dismissively, "And even if we were to believe this, how did they come about? And why attack our pack?"

Real leadership was admitting mistakes and doing better. The notes from week two had made me cry. Dr. Reeves had asked Kai to describe the moment he rejected me. To walk through every thought. Every feeling. Every rationalization. He'd been brutally honest about his cowardice. About choosing image over integrity. About being so terrified of looking weak that he'd destroyed the most important relationship in his life.