Kevin Atwater Novels & Stories

And the first name on the list was Kevin Barker. Unfortunately, he had been too busy then. No matter how the Cartwright family tried to get his help, their attempts all ended up in vain. "Consider yourselves lucky. Kevin had just facilitated a technical workshop in Ciasee Province, and as he was passing by Tiusto, he decided to come and visit me," Dwayne said proudly. "It just so happened that he saw Mr. Cartwright being admitted while he was here. As an ethical doctor, he couldn't bear to see patients in bad shape, so he decided to help Mr. Cartwright. He's doing you a great favor!

I let out a gasp so loud that the Sacerdote pauses in his sermon before continuing. Thomas’s gaze is fixed on me, his intense green eyes cutting through the rain to meet mine. "Grief is heavy, but one does not have to carry the weight alone.” I've been shouldering burdens on my own for years, and it's only made me stronger. As Keia whispers excitedly beside me, I can barely breathe as I meet Thomas’s gaze. Dressed impeccably in a black peacoat and dark slacks, raindrops cling to his dark hair, and there's a hint of stubble on his cheeks. His eyes drift over Aiden and Addison, but it's as if he doesn't recognize them as his children.

The voice on the other end droned on and on. Elliot's expression became cold and he clenched his fists tightly. "Elliot, even if everyone looks down on you, I'll never give up on you. Join me! I have good wine here, and a more suitable platform for your development." Kevin was smoking a cigar while leaning back on his massive, luxury chair. "The last time I saw you, I reminded you that Avery isn't a good woman. I have seen more women than you ever will. They'll step on your head if you take them too seriously. To make a woman obedient, the first thing you must do is break her wings."

Bobbette disappears into the kitchen, leaving the father-daughter duo in the living room. “You can have a seat, Mr. Kevin," Kevlyn gestures to the couch. She removes a pink book from the table with rhinestones and bedazzles decorating the cover. Then she takes the chair opposite Kevin. She holds a pencil in her left hand as she opens the book. “You can just call me Kevin." “We are not friends yet, so Mr. Kevin will do for now," Kevlyn says through squinted eyes and Kevin chuckles. “Ok. So, I am a teacher — a professor, actually. I am doing a master's degree right now at Berkeley University."

I saw Adrian standing near the far wall, his arms crossed, watching me with an unreadable expression. I walked straight to a young man named Kevin, a brilliant intern I’d personally selected from the local university. "Kevin. My office. Now." "Dr. Vale? I’m just finishing the culture counts—" "Now." I turned and walked away, not waiting to see if he followed. Inside the office, Kevin looked like he was about to vomit. He was shaking, his eyes darting toward the door. "Who paid you, Kevin?" "I don't know what you're talking about, I—"

Kevin was particularly animated as he discussed Winter's Remedy's expansion plans with Sarah, his earlier hostility completely forgotten. "The location on Moonstone Boulevard would be perfect," he was saying earnestly. "High foot traffic, excellent visibility, and the rent is completely reasonable." "Reasonable for whom?" Sarah asked skeptically. "For Audrey's future mate," Kevin replied without thinking, then immediately flushed. "I mean, for successful healing specialists. Which you both clearly are." I caught Florian's amused expression and had to bite my lip to keep from laughing. His friends' acceptance meant more to me than I'd expected.

“I mean, I knew… but…” Kevin chuckled at Amber’s reaction, placing a reassuring hand on her shoulder. “Don’t be so shocked, my dear. You’ve earned it.” He smiled warmly at her. “I’ve watched you grow into an impressive journalist, and I admire your dedication to your work. Axel tells me you’re quite the firebrand.” Amber blushed, still reeling from the unexpected praise. “Thank you, Mr… er, Dad.” She smiled sheepishly at him. Kevin chuckled again. “You’ll get used to it,” he led her to a seat. “I’m glad I finally got to meet you in person, Amber. You’re so popular it takes thousands of connections for people to get to you.”