Kevin Gates Book Novels & Stories

Paula cocked her head and raised an eyebrow, as if she were asking 'what's wrong? "That's my book! Come back to me!" Replied the man. The man is Kevin with a basketball shirt attached to him. "You want this book ?!" Paula asked casually, as if nothing had happened. "Yes, come hurry back!" Kevin said. Paula gave the book to Kevin without saying anything. But Paula's lips formed a very sweet smile, and the look in her eyes couldn't be interpreted. ~Next Chapter~ _________________ ____________________

or worse, that we might lose everything. I’m so lost in these thoughts that I almost miss the door creaking open. I look up, startled, my breath catching in my throat when I see Kevin standing there. The usual confidence in his posture is gone; he looks smaller, burdened, as if the weight of the world is pressing down on him. His eyes are shadowed not just with worry, but something deeper, something I can’t quite read. Before he even speaks, I sense the hesitation in him, and my heart drops. “He’s here,” Kevin says softly, stepping into the room and closing the door behind him. His voice cracks just a little, barely perceptible, and it makes my stomach churn.

Every time something important came up, Kevin would either fall ill or something would happen to prevent him from making a name for himself. For years, Kevin was nothing more than a low-ranking guard in the crown prince's personal guard unit. Even after Salvador's ascension, when he was placed in the Mystic Army and later made part of the Crown Guard, he still hadn't risen much in rank. His chance to go to Victory Pass only came because Galen had recommended him to Ian. Kevin had always wanted to stand out. Now that he had such an opportunity, he wasn't going to let it slip away easily. After Sebastian left Elderglen Estate, he sent word to Hell Monarch Estate.

Kevin stood at the gate, looking back at the house he would never enter again. He looked down at his hands, which were still stained with the dust of the street where he had thrown Davina’s suitcase. He had thought he was a king, and she was trash. Now, he was the one being discarded, and she was the queen of a world he couldn't even imagine. A black car pulled up beside him. The window rolled down, and a man in a sharp suit looked out at him. "Mr. Locke?" the man asked, his voice a smooth, oily resonance.

The way my knees buckle forces me to the ground, just beside the door. There, I let the tears flow from the bottom of my heart. All of the pain and confusion I had battled with in the last four days comes rushing out of me. So, I won't stop it. I pour it all out, until I feel empty. The knock on the door comes a little later. I slowly pick myself up and open it to find Kevin. Shoulders slouched, eyes fixed on me…filled with remorse. “Hell no.” I push the door close, but he holds it open from the outside. His grip on it is hard, too hard for me to move it.

Kate signaled her brothers not to open their mouths, this was her business, and she could handle it on her own. “I really don't understand why you hate me so much, can you tell me?” Kanye patted the table, furiously saying, "If you want to live with Kevin, then stop calling me your dad!" Kate pursed her lips, frowned, and said, “Dad, can you reason a little bit? Kevin wasn't a nice person before, who doesn't have a past, before he got married, didn't he also have a few outsiders!"

The woman, visibly shaken, managed to stammer, "Sir, that's not a very funny joke." With Kevin's pajamas in hand, she hurried away toward the register. Godber turned his attention back to Kevin. "Are you alright, Kevin?" he asked, a note of seriousness in his voice. "Why wouldn’t I be?" Kevin retorted, giving Godber a look of disdain. "You write novels, but you're not exactly a gentleman to women. No wonder you’re single, just like my brother."

Kevin suggested. Kevin walked in first; I followed behind. The moment we passed through the entrance, I saw that the bookstore’s interior hadn’t changed at all. It was exactly the same as before. Every detail was exactly the same. “I’ll wait over there. Take your time,” Kevin said. I nodded, then browsed through every shelf and examined every book neatly arranged in each row. My index finger touched the edge of each book, and that reminded me of Ethan again. Maybe our connection wasn’t meant to be, so no matter how we were brought together we still didn’t end up together.

"Vicky thinks like an academic, Kai. She thinks the world is a library where the person with the right footnote wins the argument. Kevin’s father doesn't care about the title. He cares that someone touched his fence. He’s making an example out of me because I’m the only one whose file doesn't have a family crest stamped on the cover." She reached out, her fingers catching the sleeve of his coat. Her grip was surprisingly strong, the fabric bunching between her knuckles. "Why are you here, Kai? Really. Why are you sitting in a grease-stained diner three blocks outside the gate with a girl who is about to be expelled?"

Although I felt terrible for him, I now like Kevin's cello. I took the note around with me wherever I went. Even though I had memorized everything, I wanted to keep it close to hand. Because the facility was just a few years old, all of the facilities appeared to be outdated. Kevin drove right in. At the gate, there was no security guard. The living room was truly lit up as I unlocked the door with the key. I couldn't help but wonder if I'd forgotten to turn out the lights when I left the last time.