LOGIN“How the fuck could this have happened?!” I screamed, thrusting my fingers into my hair so I could pull at it, hoping the pain would help ground me. “There were supposed to be bodyguards and fucking military guarding them! They were there for a goddamn sanitation plant opening!”“We don’t know the logistics yet, Grace,” Colonel Hart replied bitterly. “As for the military and the bodyguards, well, they fought valiantly to keep the Kennedys safe, but almost all the army personnel were gunned down and only two of the bodyguards survived. They were the ones who managed to keep Mrs. Kennedy alive.”“Alive?” I asked, my heart sinking. “What’s…what’s wrong with Leanette?”“Got shot in the leg and burned from an expliosion,” Colonel Hart replied. “She’d bled out too much by the time they got to a hospital. She’s still alive, but in a comatose state.”Tears were raging to spring to my eyes, but I won’t let them. This was a crisis situation, I needed to be strong.I needed to be strong for Adam
Fire.All I could feel was heat.Heat and the smell of roasting beef, yet unlike every other time, it didn’t make me salivate this time, but want to throw up.My ears were ringing, and my body was…heavy. I didn’t think I could get up. I didn’t know what was wrong with me, but gravity seemed to have a stell hold on me.And oh, everything hurt.It hurt to think.Hurt to breathe.Hurt to…exist.I could vaguely hear people screaming through the ringing, but it wasn’t in a language I understood. It did seem familiar though.I don’t know what happened next.My consciousness slipped into a black void.*“Adam,” someone said. “I told them I was your friend to keep them from killing him. Hope that’s okay with you.”Who…who was that? Why couldn’t I see him? Why was it so dark?Something cold touched my arm, but instead of relief, all it brought was pain.“Strange thing was, I didn’t have to bargain for long. I think they agreed because none of them spoke good English, and they needed to talk to
There was a time when I hated being a sniper.Compared to others, I was supposed to be the safest on the field. My job was to huddle down somewhere, make myself invisible and clear out targets. It felt cowardly to be far from action when my squad was on the ground, meeting enemy combatants head-to-head and putting themselves in danger.Nine out of ten times, I was the only person in the squad who cam back from a mission without any major injuries.But that was when I was younger and more immature. Back when I didn’t understand the importance of the work I did.I breathed calm and steady behind the scope of my rifle, trying to ignore how the makeshift leaf and debris cover I hastily constructed to myself scratches against my cheeks. Somewhere besides me, and owl hooted, and mosquitoes buzzed. I had slathered myself in head to toe with mosquito repellant, and so far—miraculously—it seemed to be working.It was a calm, warm night in buttfuck nowhere, Bolivia, and my stomach had started k
The sewer smelled like ass.Putrid, unwashed, crusty, crusty ass!I hated my life so much as I walked near it, John leading the charge. I was gagging the whole way, trying to hold back any sound, but he had the most peaceful, passive expression on his face like he was taking a stroll in a field of daisies.The worst thing was the amount of houses that lined the sewer, with window opened towards it no less.“How do people live like this?” I sked for the millionth time since we excaped the little shack we’d holed up in. “How are you not affected by this?”“This is nothing compared to the stench of rotting bodies.”I boggled at the back of his head.“Dude, what the hell kind of thing happened to you for that to be the answer?”“War,” was the simple reply, and really, it was my fault for asking. “Now shut up. Had I know you were such a chatty cathy I’d have insisted on taping your mouth shut.”I opened my mouth to retort, but realized that I was about to prove his point, and snapped it sh
John and I hunkered down in an abandoned house in what was essentially the slums of Gigan.Even though Gigan was a remote village, it certainly was not small. It took us about twenty minutes to reach the place, and by then, the sun was starting to set.I hadn’t even realized that it was that far into the evening until I saw the sun getting closer to the horizon.“How did you know this place was empty?” I asked John as he closed the door behind us. “FYI, I feel really uncomfortable entering someone’s house like this.”“This family always leaves when things get troublesome,” muttered John, positioning himself closer to the window. “They have relatives in the village two times over, so they go there. Come, Mr. Kennedy, do you see over there?”I moved closer to him and stared at where he was gesturing towards.“I see a bunch of banana trees?”“Through the gaps in the branches, we can see the main road. That’s the only way the rebels will get here. The moment we see them, or hear gunshots,
I had never seen anyone die before.Don’t get me wrong, I had been to funerals. My Papa’s was the first that happened in the family, just two years after Nana left. I heard people say he died from heartbreak. I had been a teenager then, old enough to understand that, and that as an Alpha, people didn’t really like it when I cried.So, to keep myself from crying, I kept glaring throughout the funeral, holding back the tears. People whispered that I was angry with Papa for chasing away Nana, but even back then, I didn’t think so.I just wanted to be strong. To be a Kennedy. To be man enough to be called my grandfather’s grandson.They didn’t know that every minute I could, I ran to the bathrooms to cry my heart out. The second was my Nana’s. Of course, it was the hardest, because I wasn’t just reeling from her death; I was hurt by her leaving. I’d grown out of the toxic ‘boys don’t cry’ mindset by then, and I allowed myself to tear up when she was lowered to the ground. I had been so
“Sorry about that, I did not see you coming. My fault entirely. Are you okay?”I blinked, trying to stop my head from ringing. Did I fricking run into a wall?But then I realized the wall could talk.I looked up.And bit back a groan.Of course, it had to be him.Tall, dark, and handsome, with a bo
Chapter 1. Revon. “No son of mine will be an Omega!”My father’s roar flinched through the sterile hospital room. Victory looked down, clearly to hide a smug smile. My mother looked as if she’d bitten into a lemon. Poor Dr. Lewis, who hadn’t asked to be entangled in the Hawthorne family drama, kep
“Don’t…” Adam breathed, and suddenly, he lurched forward.I didn’t know what to do. It was far too late to step back, and I wasn’t heartless enough to let him fall face-first onto the dirty bathroom floor.So of course, he landed on my arms.My heart started racing as his scent filled my nostrils,
Adam’s football friends strode towards us, and I felt a cold sweat on the back of my neck as I saw the expression on his face.Adam was nowhere to be seen.As soon as they were close to us, Annalise sprang to her feet and rushed to them.“Oh, Jaice, AJ! I just wanted to sit with my friends,” she pl







