Kevin Von Erich Book Novels & Stories

“Sorry about my brother. My name is Kevin Cartson, and this is my younger brother Eric. You see, my brother is trying his best not to laugh at what Justin had just done. What I do, I guess you can say I’m the babysitter of the chaotic group.” “Don’t worry about it. And what is the chaotic group?” I asked Kevin. “Well, I want the young lady to experience the chaos the chaotic group will do. But don’t worry, they won’t harm you,” cleared Kevin, who looked in the direction of the kitchen. “If you don’t mind, please excuse me. I’m part of the dinner preparation group.” “Please go ahead.” I watched Kevin whisper to Eric, whose face became pale. He awkwardly laughed and waved goodbye to his brothe

He unlocked it and took off an old book. “Can I touch it?” Kevin eagerly pleaded but got a spank from Merlin’s stick. “Ouch, that hurts, huh.” “This book is a book of the spell. I wrote everything I learned when I become a sorcerer.” He paused for a while staring his look outside. Kevin went back to his seat and touched his aching hand. “I was a “nobody” before I got these abilities as a sorcerer. Every time I went out of the house, people always looked at me in contempt. They kept calling me weirdo, ripper even a ghost.” He breathed out heavily.

Neither of them moved or spoke, listening for the slightest sound. Any. Viktor carefully returned the slim volume to its proper place on the shelf. Erich was getting nervous and his earlier bravado was gone now that he was inside Doctor Tepes's house. Strangely, as time passed, Viktor felt more relaxed. Disturbingly, he felt almost at home inside the moonlit library. “We have seen enough already. Let's go,” Erich whispered as he shot Viktor a sidelong glance but didn't dare to leave the door.

My voice is ice now, all pretense dropped. Kevin blinks, seeming to realize he’s shown his hand too soon. He releases my hands immediately, switching back to apologetic mode. “Sorry, sorry. I just... I’m passionate about this. About us. I didn’t mean to...” “You did mean to.” I rub my wrists where his fingers left red marks. “You’re not sorry. You’re just sorry you revealed what you really came here for.” “Charlotte, no, you’re misunderstanding...” “I’m not misunderstanding anything.” I lean forward. “You don’t want me back, Kevin. You want control back. You want to be able to say you won, that you convinced me to recant my interview, to make you look like the victim instead of the villain.”