We Need To Talk About Kevin Book Novels & Stories

Kevin was actually quite calm and composed. “What's that?” I replied. My mouth was dry at that point, and I put all my energy into maintaining a calm exterior. “That you, tell me what really is up with you.” He punctuated it with a smile. “They always told me I was an open book.” I gave up the facade. “Well, ‘they’ aren't wrong.” Kevin confirmed. “I don't think you want to do this now, Kev. You just got back, we should be all about celebrating that, not dealing with some teenagers' problems.” I took my hands out of his and looked elsewhere. “How was your trip, really, enough about me.”

“I’m sorry if I upset you. I thought it might be therapeutic to say what you had been wanting to say to Renee. I have to go now. I’m guessing by the way that went that you don’t want to talk to me anymore. I might come back later to check, but most likely it will be a while. Peace and love, Kevin.” Kevin stood up and went to the cabinet and took out the bottle of whiskey. He usually didn't drink much, but today, he needed it. It's five o'clock somewhere, he thought to himself. He turned the bottle up and chugged a quarter of it, feeling it burn all the way down to his stomach. He sat on the bed and drank the whole bottle while rereading the messages between him and Marie. It wasn't long afte

Bobbette disappears into the kitchen, leaving the father-daughter duo in the living room. “You can have a seat, Mr. Kevin," Kevlyn gestures to the couch. She removes a pink book from the table with rhinestones and bedazzles decorating the cover. Then she takes the chair opposite Kevin. She holds a pencil in her left hand as she opens the book. “You can just call me Kevin." “We are not friends yet, so Mr. Kevin will do for now," Kevlyn says through squinted eyes and Kevin chuckles. “Ok. So, I am a teacher — a professor, actually. I am doing a master's degree right now at Berkeley University."

"What we need right now are more people" Kevin spoke angrily, looking at all of us. I told them about all the stuff that's been going on, the dead girl and the note. They were shocked but I know that everyone knew at some point this would happen, it didn't take us long to start discussing what we should do.

“I saw you staring at that bitch on the stage. That time Audrey came, I couldn't help but wonder how she'd look up there, after all she's a good dancer—” My fingers tightened around my glass as my eyes shut. I couldn't take it anymore. “What do you want from me?” I snapped, staring into his eyes as I straightened up. “Why do you keep talking about Audrey?” Kevin then raised his hand gently as a cunning grin appeared on his face. “Whoa, easy girl. I came here to talk to you.” My lashes flicked rapidly as I heard this, completely stunned. “You came to talk to me?” I asked.

I walked out from my apartment, ready to study. I have 3 classes for today and then I'll just go to Jayson's office. "Elsa!" I turned to see Kevin. "Hey Kev, what's up?" I asked. "Uhmm.. do you have that book? The big one and it's green." He said as he tried to remember it. "Yeah I have it, it's the perspective book." "Yes! That on. Do you have it?" He asked. "Yeah, I have it at home. Text me, I can bring it to work later."

“Kevin, you know that the answer is still no don’t you? I mean you’re not coming here to me tonight thinking that I would have some sudden change of heart because of the date?” Kevin flashes a dangerous smile at David. “I don’t know why you’re fighting this. You’ve read the same books that I have. You know where you belong.” “Let’s just say I’m not a hundred percent sure of that yet.” Kevin looks completely humourless now. “You must know I am getting pretty desperate now. People are beginning to question my decision.” “You can leave!” Kevin laughs at this but there is not a trace of humour in it. “And where would I go? You seem to be the only person who can survive in the middle.”

"Why did you do that?" Kevin shook his head. "I don't even know. I have done a lot of bad things, Maya and I regret it. I deserve whatever is coming to me." "What is going on with you, Kevin? I want you to tell me everything in detail." He nodded. "That day, I met Walter for the first time. You remember Walter Argent? That guy at the Gala we attended last year." She nodded. "So, we scheduled a meeting. Members from three different organizations working together to bring them down."

, he cleaned his desk and rose to his feet, grabbing his coat on the back rest of the swivel as he Strode out from his office. He was taken aback when he saw Kevin, waiting for him outside of his office. “Why are you still standing there?!” he exclaimed. “I am waiting for you,” Kevin replied to his query. “I didn’t told you to wait for me here, you should atleast—” he paused and shook his head, “why am I even talking to you?” Axel irritably ask himself. “I want to be straightforward to you, I badly needs to talk to you about Aicko and I need your help,” Kevin worriedly admits as he begs at him.

"Actually, I'm starting to think you're the one who's irrelevant." Kevin practically jumped. "What did you say? Are you calling me a third wheel?" "Let me tell you, the family spent a fortune on my training! What are you, some nobody? How dare you talk to me like that?"