Alfonso Kennard Novels & Stories

I am happy that one day, he’ll be the one to rule Alvannia after my father. Valerian wore a long black jacket over a waistcoat that was buttoned down. A black long-sleeved shirt underneath hugged his skin. Unlike the other black parts of the jacket, the top collar, the lapels, his cuffs, the buttons, and the center fronts of the coat were striking gold. His long black hair fell graciously on his shoulders. “Who’s that?” I asked pointing at a man that walked beside my father as he approached us. “Oh, that’s King Iyrick of Meldonis. This year’s ball will be hosted in his palace. I’m guessing he came to personally escort us to his kingdom.” Valerian answered, waving at the unfamiliar old man.

They all murmured amongst themselves. “What are you talking about Kilhan? You rejected her! You can’t just come back together.” “Yes, we can, Betty. And that is what is happening. And for our son, she was pregnant with him the day I rejected her and sent her out of this house. That was highly irresponsible of me, and this is me, trying to make sure I’d never make that same mistake again. “The real enemy, Alpha Darius Gomez is dead. It’s time I, and you all, embrace my family. Please welcome Celine and Kendrick to the pack once again.” He uttered with a wide smile, and to my greatest surprise, they all began to clap, except Betty.

Then he made his way towards the door. Alfonso gritted his teeth. 'Just wait. Your days are numbered.' He suddenly remembered the failed contract signings of chardon and his mood improved. "Let's go, uncle." Marisol urged as soon as she finished bid Marigold goodbye. "Okay, I'll follow." When marisol left, Alfonso turned to marigold. He chuckled when he saw how alert the girl was towards him. "I don't have any ill-intentions to you. Do you know me? I am the fontabella's COO and Marisol's uncle.

"He'll threaten to pull his shares." "Will he." "No. His exit clause costs him too much and he knows I know that." Alfonso looks at me for a moment. "Better." By hour four my head is pounding and my ribs still ache when I sit too long and I have read the same page about a man named Callum Reyes so many times his name has stopped looking like a word. "Again," Alfonso says. "From the Halston position." "I've done it four times." "And you're still half a second slow on the follow-up." He stands up and moves around the desk. "Again."

Behind him, the assistant and the secretary follow him, and a lawyer and his assistant. A middle-aged doctor rushed over to him in the presence of a nurse. “Mr. Gilren, nice to meet you,” the doctor extended his hand to shake Aleandro’s hand. Aleandro broke his step and welcomed the doctor’s handshake. “Dr. Kenneth.” “Would you like to see your wife?” Kenneth asked. Aleandro just a polite nod to Dr. Kenneth’s question. Aleandro’s wife was Yunifer Jenkins, the girl he married a year ago under duress. Aleandro doesn’t love his wife, not even very much.

My legs felt as if they were not only giving up on me, my lungs were too. “Alpha Aguilar Ivanov.” The man said, and I watched as everyone looked down at their feet before forcing myself to do the same. The Alpha passed us, but I couldn’t help but frown when I noticed that he stopped in front of me. I kept my head down, knowing not to say a word, and it wasn’t until he put his finger under my chin, raising my face, that my vision blurred.

And soon we came up upon the elders gathering. "Go in, they're aware of your presence." The attendant ushered me in. The twelve elders were seated at their thrones, carved above the ground overlooking their subjects. Their faces hidden with hooded robes. It was said that an Alpha had the power over a pack, and the elders were the kingmakers. Self righteous pricks that they were. "Nikolai Rydor," The first elder announced my entrance begrudgingly. "It's ALPHA Nikolai to you." I took a seat.

"And now, the plan is for you to live simply here in Hawaii. No fancy things, no mansions, no privileges, and finally, once our conversation ends today, I will no longer know you, and you will no longer know me. Is that clear?" "Deal." Magnus quickly replied. "I'll take it," I added. At this moment, I would become Mikaela Corpuz, my second identity. "So, are we done?" Mr. Flinn smiled and took another scoop of ice cream from his bowl. "Thank you," Magnus and I said almost simultaneously; no, he was Alfonso now. I secretly smiled; it suited him. Alfonso means ready for battle. It is a masculine name of Spanish origin that signifies 'ready for battle.' It carries historic and royal connotation

All I could do was watch as he crossed the room, gave me a final unreadable smile, and walked out the door. The door had barely shut when there was a knock. “Come in,” I called, half-expecting Renzo to have returned. But it wasn’t him. A man in his thirties, dressed in a tailored suit, stepped inside and gave me a respectful bow. “Ms. Kennerly. I’m Alfeo Ventresca your attorney.” I forced a small smile. “Pleasure to meet you, Mr. Ventresca. Though it’s a shame you didn’t arrive twenty minutes sooner.”

Tommaso demanded, his voice dry, the curt command slicing through the air. “Don Alfonso De Angelis.” The man forced the name out between sobs, his voice fractured, as if he were spitting out his sentence.