Kevin Levin Novels & Stories

However, now he used such an unusually calm voice to talk about this matter, Ellena felt a chill run down her spine. Kevin was an assassin, but he could be a language teacher in a middle school! He had been teaching for two years and did not reveal any flaws. In order to kill a person, he could deliberately disguise himself for two whole years! What made Ellena even more shocked was that Kevin had the ability to be a language teacher! No matter how she looked at it, Kevin should be a physical education teacher, right? Perhaps Ellena's surprise was too obvious. Kevin pulled the corner of his mouth and revealed an expression that looked like a smile but not a smile. "I know as much as Edward."

I picked up my tray and walked out of the cafeteria. I found an empty classroom to spend the rest of lunch and contemplate my life's choices. I didn't have too many friends, actually, I had zero friends, Adam was on the football team and I was his tutor--yeah such a cliche, I know--we got closer and started our relationship in our junior year so his friends were mine, he told them our business and now that we've broken up, I'm just a girl who has done stuff with their friend and they want their share... but that was yesterday and five seconds ago so basically the past. Now I'm trying to seduce my brother's friend, aren't I a real basket case? **

“Elias Gray. Thank you for accepting me in your firm. Ms. Vale told me that you needed a lawyer as a second advisor to your lawyer.” “Valerie is fine,” I said. My palm was steady when he shook it; the temperature of his hand matched the room, controlled. “It is Rosalyn who thinks we need reinforcement. I trust her judgment.” “And I trust yours,” he replied, taking the seat I indicated. “I’ll work alongside Ms. Lewis to review investor contracts and filings, particularly with Lorenzo D’Amaris as I was informed that he is one of your potential investors..” My mouth flattened around that name. “You know him?”

His tone was cool, his posture tense. My father’s smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Alpha Nolan,” he greeted, his voice perfectly polite but carrying that undercurrent of superiority he never bothered to hide. “I trust my daughter has been… satisfactory. I haven’t heard any complains about her from you. I did not think that you would be able to hold onto her for so long given the circumstances of your marriage and agreement. But you seem to be satisfied…” Nolan’s eyes narrowed. “She’s more than satisfactory. She’s my Luna. And I would recommend that you speak of her in a manner that holds respect rather than objectifies.”

“Oh, Silvia, be a dear and bring tea and cakes; thank you.” When Steven and Yonda entered, Kevin had his back to the duo, looking out the large window overlooking the city like a magistrate overlooking the kingdom. They could only tell he was middle-aged with little silver in his hair and well-built. “I would like to establish a comuni-ca with the CEO of Elon Trust, sir,” Steven said, standing before the desk with his granddaughter beside him and Sylvia sitting on the couch about to enjoy the show that’s about to take place. Kevin, not looking in their direction, only nodded but stayed silent.

Kimberly rushed out quickly to get the coffee. "Have a good day, Mr Damien." Steven smiled and walked out. He got to the elevator and clicked the button open. "See who we have in here." His smile became broader seeing his step sis. "Steven! Why do I feel like you're here to frustrate my life again?" Kimbeky fumed. "Slow down, honey. I didn't come here to frustrate you. As you can see I'm here for business with that pompous boss of yours. Damn! He's demanding too much."

“… and today, it is Leonard. I wonder who’s next.” Lawrence’s eyes were drawn to Kevin. “Hmm…” he stifled a groan. Couldn’t take his gaze off Kevin. “He seems quite like an interesting character. I’ll like a word with him.” Alex walked to where Kevin sat, Lawrence following closely behind. “Kevin, there is someone I would like you to meet,” he said to him, smiling, gesturing towards Lawrence. “This is Sir Lawrence Linus, president of threat control unit, and he is here to help.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

“Arianna is an only child, you have the wrong woman.” “I am Theodore Der Mandant,” he said, looking at Viktor who tensed. The man’s family was well known, and we knew that killing him would end up getting us in trouble. It wasn’t just about him being a messenger right now, it was about who HE was. “I do not make mistakes, and judging by your fumbled expression, I take it that you are well aware who I am, Alpha Dean.”

Kevin said before stepping completely out of the apartment. "Who's he talking to?" I asked curiously. Trev shrugged. "Don't know. Kevin has a lot of contacts from his CIA days and trust me most of them you really don't want to know." "Kevin used to work in the CIA?" I asked incredulously. "And he's a doctor? And he owns your security company?" Trev gave me a smirk and nodded. "Kevin has a genius-level IQ. He got his doctorate very early and then he was recruited by the CIA and trained by them. He bought out this security company from Reed and was trying to see if he could make a go of it."