Kevin Keller Novels & Stories

With a resigned sigh, Kevin said, "Stay put, Bradley. I'll go get Dr. Foster." While Kevin was a medical doctor, he specialized in neurology. He had originally pursued medicine for Thomas' sake, but by the time he had completed his studies, Thomas had already passed away.

“I don’t have twenty. I was hoping you would say ten or five.” “That’s nothing. No one would bet five dollars.” “I would.” “Okay, tell me a valuable thing you can get for five dollars.” “A lot. You can get a king size Snicker’s bar for that.” “You would spend five dollars on that? You are slow. If you’re going to get a king size candy, get Hersheys.” Suddenly, we’re arguing about candy and five dollars. It's like watching toddlers fighting over their favorite toy. As they keep arguing, I spot Marcelo doing dumbbell curls. I leave Jason and Sean who don’t even notice and I walk towards Marcelo.

Of judgment. His eyes were dark with anticipation, and for a second he just looked around without saying a word. He was studying me, waiting for me to flinch, but I was not going to give him that. I was no fool. And this was a game that I knew well. “Nolan,” he said in that low, authoritative voice that had once made even my father stand straighter. “It’s time we speak. I believe that this conversation is long overdue.” I stood, nodding once in greeting. “Elder Mathew. I wasn’t expecting you. I would have prepared things had I known that you were coming. I do apologize.”

Not to mention Madeline got mysterious vibes from this man as his eyes wandered toward her face. "You must be wondering who I am." His smile suddenly shifts to a smirk. To her astonishment, he stepped closer, which got her on alert with his strange aura. "Well... I’m your Plutus." He bends down to her face and her breath hitch. "Sorry?" She took a back, looking confused by his action. "No need to give that look. I’m Kevin. CEO of SK groups, one of the biggest companies in New York, you know." He gave a pompous stare as she stepped back.

As he passed by his men, he nodded slightly and said, "I will contact you later." The man watched the backs of Brodie and Joselyn as they left, listening to Jaime still grumbling. He said, "That person was Brodie Keller." Jaime angrily said, "I don't care who he is!" The man said, "You must not be from around here. Do you know the Keller family in Lochcliff? He was the heir of the Keller family, a world-renowned cardiac surgeon. I hope your family doesn't have any heart problems. If you ever have the chance to seek Professor Keller, you won't have the same attitude as today."

And yet, hidden behind that pharmaceutical polish, the tiny green baggie of powder sat like a parasite. “Damn near perfect,” I muttered. “You’d think they were packaged by the original manufacturer.” Mark crossed his arms. “Whoever did this isn’t sloppy. They knew exactly how to mimic the process — right down to the shrink wrap and expiration print.” “Any update on Kevin?” I asked. Mark shook his head. “Gone. He didn’t show up for work yesterday, and he’s not answering his phone. His landlord hasn’t seen him in the last 48 hours. It’s safe to assume he is on the run.”

“What?” He gestured toward Isabella dramatically. “You’re really not going to introduce me to this beautiful damsel?” He even licked his lips playfully, causing Jasmine to burst into laughter. “Oh right,” I said, laughing lightly. “My bad. Isabella, this is—” “Never mind,” Kevin interrupted confidently. “I’ll introduce myself personally.” He straightened proudly before flashing Isabella a charming smile. “I’m Kevin,” he said smoothly. “Audrey’s older brother.”

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.

"Kevin, maintain a close watch on that trail." "I’ve already vetted the lead," Kevin continued. "It’s a collaborative effort from several Academy scholars, spearheaded by a male named Kenneth Nelson. He holds a staggering number of patents and is a rare talent in the field." I had a strange, prickling sensation that Grant’s posture stiffened the moment Kenneth’s name was uttered, but he masked it instantly. The briefing rolled on. As a junior strategist, I had no seat at the high table, so I kept my head down and focused on transcribing the meeting.

"That's just a small punishment. Next time, it won't be a leg. It'll be his head." This time, facing the same question, I didn't dare lie. I didn't dare scheme. My dad, Frank Keller, was old. His leg hadn't even healed from what happened six months ago. I stared into Kevin's cold eyes. "I'm your– "Mistress." He had never given me any real title. Kevin scoffed. "You?" Disgust flickered in his eyes as he looked me up and down and took in my ruined figure. "You look more like a nun from a church. Why would I ever make you my mistress?"