Kevin Gates Stranger Than Fiction Novels & Stories

However, Jennifer blocked our exit, one hand on the door and the other propped against my side, trapping us in her power play. "Leaving? Not until you've explained yourself." She looked down, her presence suffocating. I could only look at her and feel sorry for the woman she had become. At that moment, someone knocked on the lounge door from outside. "Jennifer, are you there? The director's on our case." I knew that voice instantly; it was Elliot Baker, the man who had set me up four years ago. Jennifer inhaled deeply, steadied her emotions, and opened the door.

Unable to hold back any longer, Godber asked, "Kevin, did that woman do anything strange while you were in the store?" "Nope," Kevin replied, letting out a satisfied burp. "You’re always warning me to be careful because of all the enemies my brother’s made. I was on guard, but she didn’t even touch me." He waved his short arms dismissively. "Relax, she was just a regular sales lady. You’re being paranoid." "Maybe she saw me coming and didn’t have time to do anything," Godber muttered, more to himself than to Kevin. "Otherwise, who knows what could’ve happened."

She wasn't good at pretending. Unlocking the car, I pushed the door open and stepped out before pushing it closed. I made sure to look the most displeased. "Is there anything you need?" Kevin stared at me from head to toe. He laughed. "So, you're the one?" "What are you talking about?" Kevin scoffed and stroked his chin before shaking his head. "You act like you don't know what I am talking about, Finn Davis," I frowned. How the hell did he know my name? "You must have done a lot of digging up to find out my name."

She didn’t look at him. “Kevin,” he continued, the name sounding like it hurt to say aloud. “I went to the daycare. Asked for the son of Destiny Morgan. They didn’t let me in, but… I saw him through the fence. Dark curls. Laughing at something one of the teachers said. And those eyes.” He swallowed hard. “My eyes. Staring right back at me like he knew something I didn’t.”

"Now, how will you refuse me?" I started feeling strange. My whole body felt heated. As he unbuttoned two of the buttons of my shirt, the door handle twisted, and someone opened the door. The man looked shocked as he turned his head to the door. I looked at the door with a hope to survive. "WHAT THE FUCK!" I blinked my eyes, trying to clear my view. It was Kevin Kingston. "K-Kevin," I whispered under my breath. But he did not seem to hear me. His brows were lifted as if he did not expect it.

Seth could be here but will Kieran find his dead body instead? Suddenly, Kieran can't breathe at the thought and it makes his stomach coil. “Is Seth really here?” The stranger doesn't say a word but he walks over to an iron door at the other side of the room. He presses his ear to it and knocks. The clang of his knuckles against the iron door echoes through the lab, bouncing off the walls loudly. Kieran comes beside him. “There's rapid heartbeats coming from inside,” the stranger answers, then looks at Kieran with a puzzled look. “You really lost your senses, didn't you, Alpha Kieran?”

I wonder if he felt it. "No big deal." I guess he didn't. I give him a meek smile before moving up the aisle. I want to wait for him, continue talking to him, when I realize I don't even know his name and he never asked mine. I'm such a daft cow. Bloody hell. Here I am thinking there's some beautiful connection to this stranger I met by happenstance on a plane, when in actuality, he was just being nice, effectively making the time fly by.

"You remember the time I had told you about my grandson,actually Kevin is the same grandson that I had told you that I wanted you to meet with, though from outside he may seem like a bad person, who doesn't care about anyone but within he is not that bad, in fact he really has a good heart, but it is only that at the moment his heart is covered with a block of ice that am sure it is very hard to melt as he doesn't trust people, moreso the femme gender. Kevin was not born that way, cold and ruthless as he now is ,but eighteen years ago, when he was almost nine years old,just after his dad had passed away, his mother had at the moment grown very distant with them that even during his ninth bir

I walked down the hallway, my footsteps quiet on the floor until I finally reached the living room-where I was hearing knocks on the door. My thoughts flew at lightning speed with possible identities. Who could that be? I rolled along with the creaky sound of gentle, though insistent knocks on the door that made my curiosity flare up. My hands stretched toward the handle and for a few seconds, I hesitated on whether I should open it or not. But somehow the knocks sounded strangely familiar, maybe right, so I inhaled deeply, turned the knob and pulled the door open with a gentle creek. The moment the door opened, I could not believe my own eyes as I saw inside. What was it going to mean for m

I got even more excited. As I got closer, a guard came out of the hut at the side of the gate. He was wearing an official-looking uniform, and his name tag read Kevin. He sniffed the air and then growled at me. “What does a piece of trash like you want?” He asked me with a disgusted look on his face. “Entry. My sister was supposed to have a mating ceremony last night. I was invited, but got delayed. I know I’m late, but I would still like to see her.”