Kevin Costner Novels & Stories

I nodded. “Thank you for that. Have you found out anything yet?” He shook his head. “No, Felix and Cornelius have been working on it.” I looked at him confused. “Why are they working on it?” He looked over at Lynn and she nodded at him. “Jensen, Cornelius is the Don of the Roman mafia. He is the reason why we were able to save you.”

Me saying that wouldn’t help anyway. However, when we make it to the barrier, it isn’t Time I see. It’s Cain. He stands there, hands shoved in his trouser pockets, smirking. My heart falls the moment I see him, those golden strands in his hair glowing underneath the sunlight. It seems strange to see him outside in the sun. He seems like a dark dwelling demon. A demon that has saved my life before. Alden looks confused, unsure of who the strange man is standing outside the barrier. “Can we help you.”

She just simply took her to the cashier. I had just pulled the last shopping bag onto the bed when the knock came, short, almost lazy. But the door was already open, and when I turned, he was standing there. Nolan. I raised an amused eyebrow as I turned to look at him. He smirked at me. He leaned against the frame like he owned the entire world and didn’t care who knew it. And for a second, everything just seemed normal, out of order, out of everything that would have been considered wrong in a world like ours.

After a while, he sighed. "My real name is Lucian Quentin Ross". His cold voice broke the silence. I raised my head to look at him. Shock evident on my face. "My dad is Damien Ross". He continued. A small gasp flew from my lips, my eyes widening in surprise. I've heard of Damien Ross. He was one of America's biggest and most wanted drug lord. Ignoring the look on my face, he continued.

As I gazed at the night sky in McCall, my thoughts drifted back to my life in Mexico. It was just a year ago that I lived in constant fear and looked over my shoulder every moment of the day. My father, once the king of the cartel, lost his power due to his greed. He forced me to move here to hide until things settled down, but I knew deep down that one day, the consequences of his actions would catch up with him.

"I thought you would've chosen Mean Girls instead." I chuckled, and shrugged my shoulders. "Well Channing Tatum and Dave Franco are in these movies. They're amazingly hot!" A deep growl rumbled through his chest and that caused me to laugh hysterically. "You're cute when you get jealous." I pinched his cheeks but he pulled away. "Okay, love birds. The movie is starting. So shut up!" Daniel yelled towards us. Aaron didn't take that lightly because he tried to get up but I pulled him down.

Kane said nothing. His father studied him. "You're too expensive to get shot over something routine. Your time, your exposure, your position — all of it carries a cost that a small shipment cannot justify. That isn't sentiment, it's arithmetic." He looked away briefly toward the window, then back. "When I was younger my father used to say something I didn't appreciate until much later. He said — if you're going to risk yourself, make sure what you're risking yourself for deserves your blood. Because once you're gone, the thing you died protecting had better have been worth everything that comes after." His eyes remained calm. "That shipment wasn't worth it. Whatever happened in that room, wh

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

“Helena...” "If you don't answer me in the next five minutes," I interrupted him, sitting down, "I'll leave, Christopher. And I don't mean to leave the room, but this fucking city, I go back to Hawaii.” He looked at me in shock for a few moments before speaking again. “You wouldn’t dare...” "Four minutes, Royce," I informed him stopping the movie, "And I'll take Rolls, believe me, I'll make you suffer for your silence."