Kevin Gates Book Novels & Stories

Judging by the boxes, it was some sort of con storage space. "Sir?" Kevin kept his voice low, hesitating just inside the door. The man twisted, a phone to his ear. Kevin nodded and took up a post by the entrance, listening for the sound of someone approaching. He'd spent a lifetime waiting by doors. First, for his family, praying they'd let him out of the closet and maybe give him something to eat. Later, he'd been at the mercy of the juvenile detention center, and the hours out of his solitary confinement. Along the way, he'd met a misplaced young man and their paths had never quite separated. Speckles hadn't belonged in the detention hall, not like Kevin. Speckles didn't fight, he didn't s

“How many of them are actually on your side, Kevin? Because I can tell you this, you won’t win. Not today, not tomorrow, not ever.” Kevin’s jaw clenches, and for a brief moment, he is silent. But then, he takes a step closer to her, lowering his voice. “You think this is a game, Bethany? I’ve spent years building my influence. I know how to play this game better than you ever will. You are still as wet behind the ears as you have been from the start. You’ve got your little perfect life, your perfect marriage, but none of that will matter when you’re kicked out of this company. I promise you a sendoff gift when the time comes.”

Kevin stared at me silently. "Believe me or not—that man, Gabriel Stewart, is hiding something. He is not what you or others think of." I could see the intensity in Kevin's eyes as he spoke, his voice filled with conviction. "There's more to him than meets the eye," he added cryptically. "Kevin, please. He is my father. There must be some misunderstanding ." Kevin's expression softened slightly, but his eyes remained wary. "I hope you're right, but just be careful," he warned, savoring the food on his plate.

"What do you mean, Kevin?" "I mean it's simple, Margareth. Just go with it and hope that God sends you the right partner." "No need for me to pray because I already have a boyfriend I can marry." "Don't dream and hope too much; it will only break your heart. Enjoy your life, you only get one chance at it. I'm sure you'll get used to it over time and even become addicted," Kevin says before closing and locking the door from the outside, leaving Margareth ready to serve her first customer.

“Luna Eloise, you forgot your book.” Her stomach dropped, she turned back hesitantly. Kevin held out the book, the very one she had been searching for. She forced another smile, stepping forward to take it. “Thanks.” She backed away, then turned and hurried down the hall. Kevin remained in place, watching her limp away until she disappeared. Then, his eyes darkened. He reached out to Ainsley, through the Mind link. Ainsley answered immediately. “Ten minutes ago, Luna Eloise entered your study,” Kevin reported. “She said she was looking for a book, but she left in a hurry and even forgot to take it.”

“It’s time you shut down that... business of yours.” I blinked. I initially believed I misunderstood the comment. Then I laughed. Not a polite, restrained laugh. No. A full-throated, incredulous laugh that made Clinton glance at me warily. “Excuse me?” I said when I finally caught my breath. “You want me to shut down my business?” “You’ve made your point with that little venture,” Mr. Gates said, unbothered. “Now it’s time to prioritize the children. This family. Your place here.”

“So, are you going to let me in or what?” Kevin looked me up and down again. “Not a chance. Look at the state of you. You’re rotten. You stink. But most importantly, you don’t have an invitation.” “Oh crap, I forgot about that,” I said, dropping my backpack to the ground and dragging the invitation out of my bag. “Here, it slipped my mind,” I said, offering it to Kevin. But he didn’t take it. “Entry denied. Now get out of here before I call for backup and have you beaten and thrown in the dungeons for trespassing.”

He gave her another of his easy, disarming smiles, then straightened up. “Victor, I’ll be in touch.” “You do that, Kevin,” Victor’s voice came from the door of his office, gruff but not unfriendly. Kevin gave her one last look, a gaze that felt too long, too significant for a simple farewell. Then he turned and walked back toward the elevators. The doors hissed open, he stepped inside, and they closed, carrying his unsettling presence away. She sat motionless for a moment, her fingers hovering over the keyboard. Her pulse was still racing, but the frantic energy of moments before had morphed into something colder, sharper.

Mom gladly took the responsibility of taking care of the triplets while Deidra was in school. I opened my email, checking the report Asia made. The graph she created showed that the hotel was already fully booked at this early time. The hotel even had increased its rate, but it didn’t affect the reservations because of Kevin’s crazy idea of opening the portal as if we would just be opening a convenience store. “Early?” I raised my head to see Kevin in his dashing business suit. I smiled and nodded, wondering why this handsome young man would work in this place when he came abroad and had a great experience working in the hotel industry.

In the middle of the night, Kevin woke up and was startled when he realized that his side was empty, with only a little warmth left. He quickly threw off the blanket, got out of bed, and was about to open the door to go out to look for her. However, as soon as his hand touched the door handle, he was almost motionless when he heard her voice echoing very softly outside. “Yes, I also didn't expect him to be so easily captivated. Don't worry Dad, everything will be fine, the Wine company will be saved...” Kevin's whole body trembled. There were no words that could describe his emotions at this moment: hatred, surprise, despair, and resentment.