Lets Talk About Kevin Novels & Stories

Kevin immediately dropped the bottle of Scotch and picked up his cellphone. "Mr Kord??" Ian exclaimed however Kevin gesticulated for him to keep shut. "Karen," Kevin tried to comport his voice as he cleared his throat. Karen immediately blurted the words out, "Let's get married,"

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!

"Kevin, may I ask why you were searching for me everywhere? Did something urgent happen?" ‌ Kevin's face softened, and he sighed before responding. "I wanted to talk to you in person about something important. It seems like you were occupied on a phone call when I tried to reach you. Who were you talking to?" ‌ Vanya hesitated for a moment, contemplating how should she make her way out of this sticky situation. She knew she couldn't afford to let Kevin know about her private conversation, especially now that she had found out that Kevin wasn’t aware of whom she was speaking to and the content within.

"Let's talk outside." Evan dragged Kevin out of the room and sat down on a bench in the corridor. Evan let Kevin go first to find vending machines and buy two cans of coffee to accompany their chat. The two of them sipped their coffee without saying much, before they finally sat down and were able to start the conversation in a more relaxed atmosphere. Kevin looked at Evan with a serious face. "Is there something wrong with Finola?" he asked to start the conversation. Evan took another sip of his coffee, before he answered Kevin's question very calmly.

As she entered the bedroom, she found Kevin standing by the window, a cigarette between his fingers, the tendrils of smoke dancing in the air. "Kevin, I..." she began, her voice hesitant. Interrupting her, he spoke, "If you're going to tell me that you want to go there everyday, I'm sorry." Sara's eyes narrowed, taken aback by his assumption. It hadn't crossed her mind until now. "What are you talking about, Kevin?" "Isn't that what you wanted to discuss?" he retorted, his red-rimmed eyes locking onto hers. "I just thought you were upset, and I wanted to talk to you…"

Too much noise. That’s all. Kevin returns a few minutes later, dropping into the seat across from him with a tray. “I got you something anyway.” “I said I didn’t want anything.” “You also said you wouldn’t forget to eat,” Kevin points out, sliding a drink toward him. Arlo takes it. “Thanks.” Kevin grins. “See? Growth.” Arlo shakes his head slightly, taking a sip. Kevin starts talking—something about a project, a professor he doesn’t like, someone in his class who thinks abstract art means throwing paint and calling it emotional.

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.

“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.

Are you crazy? She said to him sarcastically: Do you think I'm a fool, Kevin, and I don't know what you're doing? I know very well what you're doing, but I'm silent because I'm waiting for the right moment to speak, so I think you'd better talk to me better, Kevin. Kevin clenched his hand angrily, Tony looked at them and then asked, "Are you talking through the association?" What are you talking about now, let us share with you, we also want to hear what you say!

Kevin responded only for Tyler to scoff raucously. “I've already told you. I will be fine even without studying! You're aware how incredibly brilliant” I am, his voice was laced with confidence as he spoke. Yet, Kevin didn't buy it, instead took him home. “Say Kevin!” I called him back as he walked out. He halted and I ran towards him. “Is something the matter?”