Kevin Gates Book Novels & Stories

Michael said, clearing his throat and shifting back into full business mode. "Leave," Kevin said immediately. Michael did as he was told. Now, it was just the two of us. "Hello, sir… I was actually waiting—" He didn’t bother listening. He walked straight into his office, and I heard the door lock behind him. I guess we’re back to Dickhead Kevin, I murmured to myself. I picked up the files I was supposed to give him and stood outside his door. I knew he knew I was there, but I stood there for five solid minutes waiting for him to unlock his stupid door. Finally, I heard the click. I stepped in slowly and carefully.

If he dared to lay a hand on Harvey, he might not be able to see the sun tomorrow. He did not even dare to talk nonsense. He could speak to Harvey cautiously. After the paperwork was done and the car keys were handed over to Harvey, Harvey stood up as if remembering something, and said, “By the way, I heard that you are coming after my wife lately, and you are very happy.” Kevin was startled. He finally realized what he had forgotten. At this moment, he could not bother to save face. He immediately kneeled on the ground.

had lost too many. ****** ****** "Sir!" A hunter ran through the battlefield and pushed open the double doors that lead to hundreds of cells. "Things are getting hectic!" Kevin who was sitting quietly with his thin lips pressed tightly together, snapped his head in the newcomer's direction and slitted his brown eyes menacingly. "You think we don't know that!?" He boomed, the longest ringlet of his blond hair falling lightly over his left eye. "Get the fuck out there and protect this fucking place!" He pointed an angrily trembling finger at the door.

Finding something written in a book would be hard, but living through the rumor situation was harder. “Okay, I’ll find it.” “Are you sure?” “Of course!” Hannah replied firmly. *** “Do you remember what the book looks like?” Hannah asked as they entered Kevin’s apartment. “Not at all. I wrote it on paper and slipped it into a random book.” Hannah wasn’t surprised. Kevin Liu even remembering he wrote it at all was impressive. Maybe he never intended to use it. Kevin turned on the light and walked toward one of the bedroom doors. Hannah had never seen it opened. She also wondered why Kevin rented a two-bedroom apartment if he lived alone.

That was not the point, but far be it from me to point it out. Since there wasn’t anything planned to come in today in the shop, I decided to get my workout done early. I was reading when Kevin knocked on the door with his messenger bag full of paperwork. At first, I thought he was joking but he set himself up on my coffee table and has been bent over it for the last two hours. He was so quiet I almost forgot he was there.

"What's the juicy thing?" Kevin's smile turned into a full-blown, mischievous grin. He leaned forward too, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper even though the door was closed. "How would you feel about going from proofing Henderson's garbage... to landing the interview that every major publication in the world has been trying to get for a decade?" I blinked. "What? Who? Don't tease me, Kevin. Is it that reclusive author? The tech CEO who never speaks to press?"

"I don't need a babysitter, Orion." His lips curled into a sneer/smirk. "No. But you do need to be reminded where you are. Don't let your emotions cloud your head." I bit back a quick retort, lapsing instead into silence. If I said anything now, my voice would betray me. The doors slid shut, and Kevin was dragged in by two guards, his hands bound. His familiar eye,s they met mine the moment he was inside. I stood, frozen in place. His eyes widened, shock flashing before he hastily concealed it. But it was already too late. I had seen it.

Kevin At the night of the party, after Richard told Kevin to get back to work, the latter's mother had kept an eye on him and made sure he didn't go near Tessa again. He heard only through gossips that Ivy Johnson had indeed attacked, and his babydoll had hit back. Of course, she had. She was bold now. The Chief Gamma was making her hang out with important people. He was clearly on her side too. Kevin didn't know how he felt about the gossip.

' I had just pulled a book from my locker and was about to leave. ​But I stopped, frozen in the doorway. Kevin was there, leaning against the wall with a lazy, knowing look on his face. He didn't move. he just watched me with a cold smirk. My heart thumped hard against my ribs. I lowered my head, recalling the night when he broke into the room and beat the man. He misunderstood me and threw me out of the room that night. I tried to ignore him as I took a step forward to walk past him. But his loud and sharp voice stopped me and the others around me.

he said, already moving toward it, pulling it open, the afternoon air rushing in sharp and immediate. We stepped out into the narrow back yard and Kevin pulled the door shut behind us, his hand finding my arm steering me toward the side gate, fast and quiet, and I could hear the front door being worked from the street, not a knock anymore, something more deliberate, more certain, the sound of people who had stopped pretending they were here to talk. We got through the side gate and onto the back street and Kevin said "run" and I didn't argue. We ran. Half a block, a full block, Kevin's hand still on my arm pulling me into the gap between two buildings where we pressed flat against the wall a