Kevin Williams Novel Novels & Stories

Kevin could not help it, "If she had promised you anything, it should be on me, and I would pay back everything for her. Please let her go at once!" Ryan gave Kevin a cold stare, "Payback? What can you do for her to pay back? As JK's boss, or the bastard of the Smiths?" Kevin narrowed his eyes. Ryan had already secretly investigated him! "She's mine, and trust me, and she likes it that way. No other man is allowed to ask my woman from me." With that, Ryan stood up and called for the secretary, "Mr. Wills is leaving." The secretary hurried in and went to Kevin, "Mr. Wills, please --"

He would likely write something along the lines of: "Miss Williams has exceptional skills in accounting. However, she does have the odd tendency to send nude photos and amateur p**n videos of herself to her CEO, and other prominent figures within the company." New York High may not be my dream job, but it could be a way to make ends meet while I figure out my next move. And right now, that's all that matters. As I drive towards the familiar neon sign, I try to focus on the positives. Kevin, the owner is a decent guy, and we always got along well. I'm hoping he'll be happy to have me return.

The lamentations of the child, exposed to the sight of harsh realities of human nature, captured the attention of everyone in the house; first Mrs. Williams, followed by Zach and Christian. Zach appeared agitated and enraged to find me in such an uncomfortable situation as if he harboured the most malevolent thoughts towards Catherine, who still clutched the bowl. Mrs Williams attempted to console Kevin to cease his tears, then turning her gaze towards Catherine, she remarked, "It has barely been twelve hours since our arrival, yet I am beginning to regret bringing you along."

Setting up contacts in Canada who would help Kevin disappear. On the morning of the third day, everything was ready. Kevin’s new passport arrived at dawn. The name on it was Marcus Williams. Fifteen years old. Born in Portland, Oregon. A complete identity built from scratch. “Marcus Williams,” Kevin said, reading the name. “Sounds like someone who plays lacrosse.” “You can take up lacrosse if you want,” Mia said. She was trying to smile but tears kept threatening to spill over. “I hate lacrosse,” Kevin said.

Kevin was clean-shaven and smelled of fresh cut grass. “Hello, you must be Kevin.” I said as I extended my hand to him. “Yes, Luna. I am Kevin McClaren. Is everything ok? Should I be nervous?” “No. Why would you be nervous?” “I’ve seen you kill a lot of wolves over the last few days. Don’t get me wrong, they’ve all deserved death for their betrayals. It appears that every time you call for a wolf to talk to you, they are carried out.” Kevin replied while maintaining his gaze on his shoes.

He would not even be able to keep his job, let alone the spot at the university that he was supposed to get. He gulped and said fearfully, “It’s… It’s really just stray cats. Shane and I chased them away. It’s true!” Miss Lawrence immediately walked forward and stared at Kevin with a sharp gaze. “If it’s just stray cats, why were you spreading rumors that Jeremy and Karli were in the warehouse? Either you go and surrender yourself at the police station, or I’ll take you there myself!” Kevin fell to his knees with a heavy thud, and tears streamed down his face. He could not utter a single word.

"Have a good day Mr Williams,* Gaby said as she stepped into the elevator. She could see Seth Williams send her off with his eyes until the doors finally closed. Gaby finally heaved a sigh of relief immediately the doors were closed. Seth Williams was a dangerous species to the female generation. It was quite strange how there were no news of him with ladies. He had never been in any scandal with the opposite gender which was very strange because of how rich and popular he was, appearing in business news here and there. Does he always keep his love life a secret and that's why no news about her with the ladies had never been found? But he was clearly dangerous and she had just had a real exp

“She has been awfully quiet. She's probably realized that Niccolo would never be hers again.” “She's weird and creepy because I can't imagine doing something so senile,” I said. “Paying someone to photograph me while I kiss my ex and then giving that picture to vlogs to post, implying we have reunited. If that isn't insanity, then I don't know what it is. Anyway, enough about her. How's Kevin doing? It's been a while since I last saw him.” “He's attending a conference in Nevada,” Kimberly replied. “He's really vying to become a lecturer before the year ends.”

Third POV The penthouse was quiet when William walked in that evening. The kind of quiet that felt deliberate, lights dimmed low, the city humming faintly beyond the soundproof glass. Kevin was already asleep in his room down the hall, the whale tucked under his arm like it belonged there. William had checked on him first, standing in the doorway for a long minute, watching the rise and fall of that small chest, the dark curls spilled across the pillow. The sight usually steadied him. Tonight it only made the anger burn hotter.

Evil. “I tolerate you with the company. I tolerated you with Alicia. But if you step out of line with this woman, I won’t hold it in.” Williams smiled wryly. “I have said all I wanted. You can run along to your mistress.” He turned around and started towards his car. “I wonder when you’re going to tell her.” Kellan called. Williams was almost inside his car but he stopped anyway, and looked back. The chilly smugness Kellan exuded now was like a knife in his gut.