Let's Talk About Kevin Novels & Stories

"Come on, tell me what's wrong." Kevin turned his head the other way, clearly not wanting to answer that simple yet complicated question. He didn't know what was wrong with him these days. His eyes once again shifted to the young crowd, dancing with each other forgetting the worries of the world. Alex studied him, as he left the puff of smoke in the air. The curls of smoke twisted in their artistic way as they departed from his dark lips. He was trying to comprehend Kevin's unusual behaviour. Alex knew him since childhood. Something was definitely bothering Kevin but apparently he didn't want to discuss it. Alex didn't feel like persuading him and tried changing the topic.

We stick together during teenage, in hunger, in pain and in joy. We won't be separate now. I don't know why Elijah is doing this. We have everything. Money, power, girl, what not. What else do a man need? "We are almost there" Whisper Kevin. Kevin took his gun from the dash board and secured it in his waist band. Kevin as relatively less weapons than me. He only have two pocket knifes and a gun. "What's the plan? " He ask. "We will play off just like him. We won't let him Know that we know his little secret" I said.

“I think there’s something that you don’t quite get here. I’m not a thing to be possessed, and I would never fall for a bastard like you.” At my words, Kevin’s eyes grow wide as he stares at me in disbelief. It’s almost laughable just how shocked the guy looks. Damn, was he really that fucking full of himself? “You don’t need to fall for me.” He says, getting his wits about him. “That doesn’t matter.” “What?” I hiss. “Don’t you know what it is that our parents are discussing right now?” He pushes, taking a few steps toward me while I move backward. “Don’t tell me that you’re that naive to believe that people like us can choose who we end up with.”

I honestly have no idea why my sister married this good for nothing piece of crap. Kenzie and Carla are sitting in a corner talking and Rebecca joins them soon Kevin arrives with his army of bodyguards who has to stay outside. They are not allowed in. "Kev you here" I bump my shoulder into his He looks at me and smiles. "Ky it’s good to see you man" he says before hugging me. "What it takes me getting married to see my brother?" I joke when the hug breaks

Kevin stood leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest, one eyebrow raised in that infuriatingly calm way he had when he was making a point. "I've been standing here since forever," Kevin continued, his tone dry. "Listening to this entire conversation. But one thing I will not allow is being accused of something I didn't do." Despite everything — despite the tears, the exhaustion, the emotional whiplash of the entire night, I laughed. It bubbled up out of me unexpectedly, breaking through the tension like sunlight through clouds. Kevin's lips twitched into a faint smile. Julian, however, looked even more confused now, his gaze darting between me and Kevin.

"Name, address, background, family, everything you can dig up." "This sounds serious," Kevin said, and I could hear the curiosity in his voice. "Who are we talking about?" "Someone who thinks they can embarrass me and get away with it," I replied. "Someone who's about to learn that nobody crosses Gabriel Blackwood without consequences." "Alright," Kevin agreed. "I'll meet you tomorrow. Usual spot by the computer lab?" "Perfect," I said. "And Kevin?" "Yeah?" "This stays between us. Nobody else needs to know about this conversation."

Kevin couldn't help but get involved, his tone confident and firm as usual. "I always get the wild ones," Alex retorted and sat between the two. "She isn't, is she?" Ivan snapped and looked at Kevin. "Who?" Kevin switched his attention to Ivan now who—despite knowing he wouldn't reveal a thing—seemed to be meddling a little too much lately. Kevin abhorred talking about his women with others. Though he never kept the girls hidden, the relationships had always been highly confidential. Whatever happens behind closed doors, whether good or bad, stays there only. Kevin hated men who openly discuss their women, be it their bodies or flaws. The idea itself is absurd. Immoral. Absolutely ludicrous!

We had settled in the kitchen, a place that seemed to radiate an air of intimacy. Kevin leaned against the counter, his expression thoughtful as he looked at me. "Molly," he began, his voice gentle, "I need to talk to you about something important." I watched him attentively, ready to hear what was on his mind. "What is it, Kevin?" He took a deep breath, his eyes locked onto mine. "It's about Charlie. I've heard things, Molly, and I'm

A few minutes later Kevin spoke and broke the silence between us. “The party isn't over yet, so let's make sure to use the rest of the time we have left to have fun.” Kevin said to me as he stood up. I smiled at him in agreement, and he gave me a side hug before excusing himself. Based on the look on his face and how he left, I was sure he went to talk to some of his colleagues and business partners.

Kevin playfully pouted. I laughed at his adorable expression. I parted my lips to answer him when I saw Vincenzo standing at the back listening to our conversation but was his presence going to stop me? No! "Of course! You deserve a celebration. Let's go get some coffee and maybe some street food too. What do you say?" "I love that idea!" Kevin giggled, matching my enthusiasm. "But we should be prepared for paparazzi outside," he added, a hint of concern in his voice.