Rk900 X Gavin Novels & Stories

Gavin, the unknown man, rolled his eyes. " Are you just going to ignore that this brat here called me an old man? " " He was telling the truth after all " " What?! " Hearing that, Ryan grinned and sneered. " At least usher me in, Brenton. I'm not some stranger in front of your door " " Get lost " The cold man hissed and headed back inside while Ryan followed suit. " Jerk! " Gavin snapped and ushered himself in. " You still haven't changed your cold ways, Denzel, not even one bit "

His hands gripped the wheel tightly, knuckles white. "Who’s the new guy you were talking to today?" he asked suddenly. I blinked, not expecting the question. Taking out my phone, I typed a response and held up the screen for him to see. *I met him today. His name is Viktor.* Gavin’s jaw tightened. "And you trust him?" I raised a skeptical brow, unsure where he was going with this. "I mean… you looked comfortable with him," he clarified, glancing at me. I frowned slightly before typing again. * I guess it’s because he can sign, and it’s easier to communicate with him.*

Mr Robertson pointed at me. "Excuse me, what!" I exclaimed. "You heard me, Gavin this is Lyra your tutor, Lyra this is Gavin your student, you get to teach him calculus." Mr Robertson ignored my comment. "Her, teach me calculus." Gavin scoffed arrogantly "Yes her and you better pay attention, if you fail my class a second time you'll be benched before the season even begins." He warned. "Now if you'll excuse me, I've got work to attend to, have fun and Gavin be nice." He warned before leaving.

’ In terms of wealth, Javier believed that even Renly would only be able to shoot a glare his way if he were to choose to stand out. The Kerseys were earning money at a rate that not even money printers could catch up! Thus, after understanding more about Gavin, Javier drove off to look for him. At present, Gavin was inside a company owned by his family. Although he was splurging his money like nobody’s business, he did, in fact, contribute to his family’s business. When Javier arrived, he was looking at a contract and seemed slightly depressed. His secretary knocked on the door and said, “Mr. Zeal, Mr. Kersey, the deputy sales director of Maple Court’s Northgard Branch, would like to see yo

I took interest in the conversation rather than his hands. "Well, um, it's going well." Prince Kingston said, as usual, he had a deep and grave voice that is unreal but not as Rhyker who is younger than them and wilder. He's the silent Prince between those two, Zane is more the playful and flirty man while Rhyker is stuck with a cold attitude and bold language.

“Or later. But I knew.” He lit another immediately. The gold lighter clicked shut. “So tell me, why are you here, Gavin Cross?” I said nothing. “I heard what you did to Giovanni.” Volkov exhaled smoke toward the ceiling. “Very much your style. To quietly destroy everything in your path.” His eyes shifted left. “And the infamous Kane Rivers. I thought you went under the radar. How long has it been since I saw you two together?” “Seven years,” Kane said from the shadows.

The four of us stand up when five extremely large men walk in. “I am Kaden, and this is my cousin Alek. These two here are Brent and Lance.” I say. “Hey, I am Curtis, and this is Venom,” Curtis says. “I am Quade, and this is Zion. I am assuming you know Chaos.” Quade states.

Lonan stepped aside, revealing Gia, who had been almost hidden behind him. "This is Gia Harken. The girl I told you about." Before extending his hand, Raven looked Gia up and down, assessing her. After a thirty-second pause, he finally held out his hand. "Raven," he said. "Gih... Gia Harken." Gia wanted to curse her tongue for suddenly feeling so stiff. Unintentionally, she was mesmerized by Raven’s presence. After a brief handshake, Raven quickly turned his attention back to Lonan, seemingly unimpressed by Gia. He continued to ask Lonan about college and other matters. Though slightly annoyed, Lonan answered all of Raven’s questions.

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

"Move, or the Gardners will hear about this, and none of you will come out of it well." Daniel laughed and drove his foot into my stomach without warning. The force slammed me back into the sink, and the pain knocked the breath out of me. "I'm a Pearce, and Thomas Gardner's son-in-law. You think anyone's going to say a single word about me putting trash in its place?" The groomsmen surged forward, grabbing me by the arms and hauling me toward the toilet. "Danny's orders. Drink up. Maybe next time you'll think twice before calling out to someone's wife."