Kevin Gates Braids Novels & Stories

Kevin's aura was compelling. Everything about him was exquisite and perfect in an unusual way. His raven hair was styled flawlessly, least affected by the rain. The black turtle neck shirt he wore hugged his muscular body gracefully reflecting a seductive yet fierce look. Kevin stood there, his power and supremacy apparent from his expensive attire and sharp features. He looked furious. The sight of the young duo had carried a wave of rage down his spine.

Kevin was a legend in fashion world though people didn’t know way he was helping the new brand La Reina they still wanted to go and support Kevin. Kevin thought the same way. He had been very busy these days, or to be exact, even busier than Anna, but he had still reached the show field early this morning. George who had accompanied his wife had planned to come with Anna, but he suddenly had something to tend to, so he asked Gaby to send Anna over and he went to deal with his business.

"We are here, Brandon." I rolled my eyes as I pushed the door open. I peeked my head inside the room. Kevin was laying on the bed, with an IV connected to his left arm, while his right hand was on his forehead, with his eyes closed. Looks like he was sleeping. A white blanket was over his body. He was putting on a light sky-blue gown. No one else was in the room, except him. Then, where is Mr. Christian, if he came to see Kevin.

Amber unsealed the envelope and began reading. “Messyhair,” Amber read aloud. “Kevin has a new girl in his life—that’s why he changed his hairstyle, though I already mentioned that at your place.” Brad chuckled, while Jenny quietly continued eating.

"Urgh" Hailey groaned again seeing that it would be fruitless to redo those braids. She didn't know how to make them for goodness sake. "Come here." Kendrick drew her back into his arms and she brought up her legs onto the couch and leaned against him. Then carefully, he took each braid in his hands and started redoing it. When he was done with the first one, Hailey held it up to her eye level and her jaw dropped. It even looked smoother than the one made by the maid and no hair was out of place.

"But it can never be as bad as when Kevin dyed his hair orange," I chirped between laughs – with Bryce echoing the sound from beside me. "Yeah, those were dark times," he mused, and I couldn't help agreeing with him. Kevin had been all about a new look, and so decided to dye his hair some bright shade of orange which made him look ridiculous, to say the least. But he was so sure it was the look for him – it wasn't. Thankfully, he realized it too; but not until a full month later. "Speaking of Kevin, he seems to be having fun." He held out his phone, giving me a good view of Kevin and some guys ecstatically chanting 'chug' like their lives depended on it. He was at some party he's been

Natasha POV I was shocked when I saw Kevin standing on the door with a beautiful bouquet of hundred yellow roses in the morning. There was a smile on his lips that reached his hazel eyes. The locks of his chocolate brown hair were neatly combed back. Wearing white pants and a black formal shirt, Kevin looked pleasant.

He changed again, tweaking his/my features until he looked a bit like my cousin Kevin. “Can you make the hair a bit longer at the back? And greasier?” I adjusted the look until Kevin was standing in front of me. I never liked Kevin. “Good. Okay, go over there and tell her we’re here, but she’s being watched. Hopefully, she’ll be able to think of a way to come to us, instead.”

When I turn so one of the can zip and tie the back, I see myself for the first time since they sat me down to get me ready. My hair is all swept back from my face in a combination of braids and twists and then it all falls down my back in loose waves. But when I turn my head, I can see that there are a few light blue flowers that are worked in around some of the braids. Gwen did a great job with my makeup. The light smokey eye and rose pink lip stain kept it light and more natural looking. Which I love since I don’t usually wear a lot of makeup anyways.

“You haven’t told me your name.” He invited me inside as I reluctantly stepped in. He closed the door behind us before responding, “I’m Kevin.” “Kevin.” I nodded and looked around his apartment. His apartment was clumped with paintings and colorful items, adorning the wooden shelves on the wall. His living room was decorated with funky-colored couches, with a wooden coffee table standing in the middle of the room, adorned with lit candles and fashion magazines. There were cards sprawled on his Aztec carpet and small dream catchers hanging just in front of his window. He had a hipster-like style that said a lot about his personality.