Keanu Reeves Autobiography Book Novels & Stories

Her hip either needs to be rebuilt or replaced. *Where are the bodies?* Kieran asked. I swallowed. *The bookstore. I didn’t really know what to do with them.* *I’ll take care of it. You sit tight,* he replied. I could have wept with relief. *The door code is 0423* *The Feast Day of St. George.* My cheeks heated up, and I typed, *Yeah, well, I might have a mild obsession.* *No. Could have fooled me.* Kieran was silent for a moment. *All joking aside, I am sorry this has happened to you and Rowena. Please tell me how I can help. I mean, aside from digging two graves.*

Now, she’s benefitting from all of the things she has learned from her past life. Just like before, Asier–who now goes by the name Keenan, has given his honest review on her first book. She was relieved to know that he loved it. Even her other books were already on his book shelf in his room. Keenan had told her how proud and happy he was for her that she still did the thing she loved. Back then, she took a long time to figure this out. Now, she already knew what she wanted to do. Though she might have to work extra harder partly because of where she is at the moment.

I knew it was Keanu's home office because he'd told me, but I'd never gone inside. Curiosity got the better of me. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The study was as big as his office at the company. It had a massive mahogany desk, a plush leather swivel chair, and a two-seater sofa by the wall. But what caught my attention was the bookshelf. It took up an entire wall, floor to ceiling, filled with books in a variety of languages and genres. I ran my fingers along the spines while holding my cup of coffee. I wouldn't be surprised if Keanu had read every single one of them. He was one of the smartest men I'd ever met, and that didn't come from nowhere.

I amend, rolling my eyes. Keo’s past is what made him who he is. The more I can learn about him, the more I will come to understand him. Maybe that’s why he has been wary about telling me much about himself. “All the tragic stuff doesn’t need repeating,” he mutters, waving his hand dismissively as his attention falls back to his book. “Then tell me about the non-tragic stuff,” I push. He can’t avoid telling me about his life beyond what I’ve witnessed. We are mates, it has to come up at some point.

Reese had already made her preparations early in the morning. Brenna and Irene were also prepared to come here, and there was nothing for them to be afraid of. Irene then secretly made a call to Keanu, asking about this matter. Keanu had been ordered by Dario not to divulge any information. He wanted the two women to pay the price for what they had done. Reese also called Makenzie. Only did Makenzie know about this thing and she agreed to come over to watch. At around half past two, a few people came in one after another. Reese thought that they were the only ones present, but Keanu had invited a reporter who was on good terms with him to participate, because he needed to spread the news.

Moses was only lucky because Garvin’s father died in a plane crash and could not complete his revenge plan but now, Keanu fell into the same boat as him and this time, they were about to lose everything because of Garvin. “Even after all that he did to you, you are still like this?” “He just took me unawares. I would have fought back if I saw him attack,” Keanu said solemnly. Moses was furious but could not blame him much because he too, had taken that same path before. “I think you should bring back our stocks first. You could have lost a few millions by letting the broker sell it when he advised but you allowed us to lose everything.” “We still have the business,” Keanu retorted without re

“This is where I- we come almost every lunch time.” Instead of asking the obvious question, he said, “I’m going to sit with you then.” She opened her mouth to launch her objection and Keion raised his hands quickly, “Just for today.” Ceanna pressed her lips together and shrugged again. Taking that as a win, Keion took out his notebook and opened the book he was going to check out. She looked curiously at him. “What are you reading?” “A book by your dad, actually.” “My dad?” “Yeah, it’s about his time in Africa.”