Kevin Gates Braids Novels & Stories

“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.

Kevin was a good guy, well, he was definitely a good guy compared to the much older Xavier. Kevin stood at 5'9", dark skinned with a bald head. He always wore hoodies and he was as fat as a guy can get. He was naturally big built but on top of that he was really fat- like donut eating police officer fat, if that makes sense. "Is that so?" Xavier asked calmly as his eyes went to the screen where the game was taking place but his eyes would casually falter back to the young couple, "I've been giving you extension after extension Kevin," Xavier told him, stating the obvious.

Kevin must have covered me up after I slept off last night. Throwing the blanket on the bed, I sauntered to the large, teak wardrobe. The door opened at a single tug to reveal an array of dresses. Each one of them looked stunning. Running my fingers over the clothes, I noticed a note stuck on the door of the wardrobe. ‘Kiara, hope you like these dresses. With Love, Kevin…’ It was just a tiny note but it made my heart started racing as if it wanted to jump out of my chest.

Instead, she grew shy and flustered. "What are you doing? Geez!" I had been standing behind Violet, so I could see what was happening very clearly. Kevin's expression was icy and dark. One would be frightened after noticing his expression. He grabbed a few wires before wrapping them around Violet's body. Stunned, Violet asked, "What are you doing?" Kevin replied in a gentle voice, "This is the gift I've prepared for you." But I could see everything clearly. The wires wrapped around Violet's body were detonation wires connected to a bomb. Kevin planned to blow her up.

Kevin’s voice trailed off as his gaze dropped to the woman in Gabe’s arms. “Who is she?” he asked, blinking. Gabe didn’t slow. “I need your help, Kevin. I need a bed for her. I won’t ask to stay longer.” Kevin hesitated. He’d been the one who found Gabe half-dead near the border, the one ordered to escort him, to watch him. When Gabe vanished without explanation, Kevin had been left scrambling for answers. Kevin stepped closer, studying Bridget's face, and visibly flinched. Despite the long scar marring her skin, it was impossible to miss her beauty. Slender figure, skin pale as moonlight.

Claire nodded, grateful for her past acting experience. They were interrupted by the harsh buzz of the doorbell. Kevin turned out to be an older gentleman, in his fifties, with a huge beer belly peeping out from under his tight black ACDC t-shirt. He was virtually bald apart from an unflattering fringe of long straight greasy grey hair around the sides and back of his head. His eyes were protuberant and lecherous. "Hi Kev, this is Claire Bell," Bobby said as he entered the office.

Feet? “I sure hope not. It’s bad omen to see a bride before the wedding.” Ronan replies, tucking his hands into his pockets. “But we…” The knock on the door silences me. We all turn toward it, but I’m the one who calls out. “Come in.” The door opens, and Kevin walks in. He’s wearing a bright smile on his face, lighting up all the boyish features of his face. He’s wearing a black suit like us, perfect contrast to the matching white my brothers and I have on.

She had a pink hat in one hand and a comb in the other hand. She sat on Arjun's lap and handed over the comb to him. He took it and started combing and braiding her hair. In a short while, he made two beautiful braids of her silky hair. Then he took her hat and covered her head. He looked at Kevin and asked "If you have a cap, then give it to me. It is quite sunny outside and goes with a cap, would be good." Kevin nodded and went to his room and in short while he came back with a cap and gave it to him.

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.

Oh man, another beautiful girl, and she is taken. And later comes a part of the street where salon after salon were established. I watch how a middle aged woman dries her client’s hair with a blower. To where she points the mouth of the blower the brown artificially colored hair was blown with force. ‘I think I need a haircut.’ Kevin said in which I laughed, thinking he is bald, like badly bald. Well this guy doesn’t need to grow hair on his head to be handsome, for he truly is good looking, and with that thanks to his Spanish ancestors. And sometimes when beautiful girls are around and among us three, they will often notice Kevin while over looking at me and Charlie, Oh boy there’s a little