Cymone Kennedy Novels & Stories

I said. “I’ve heard about you,” another of them said, pointing at me, “Cato Loren. The so-called top dog at Manson high school, huh?” “So you’re the one the girls obsess over? Your reputation procedes you, Cato,” Jackson said, stepping closer to us, “This your friend?” “My cousin.” “Oh, how cute,” Jackson jeered, “Mind if we borrow him for a minute or two?” “Look, we didn’t mean to bother you,” I said, “We’ll be on our way.”

I glanced at Williams, who remained silent, as if in pain. "It's nothing, Dean. A friend of mine came to visit, and I was happy about it all." Dean looked at Henry, who smiled and extended his hand for a shake. "Hi, my name is Henry, and I'm from the Lycan pack. I used to be a beta to Williams here, but I guess my rights have been taken away." I observed how Dean shook hands with Henry, then turned his attention back to me. "You need to rest, Sierra. You know I don't like seeing you this way."

CALLUM Jayden, the only guy in our group who isn't afraid to speak his mind even when being stared at by three females. He is blonde like me and he has deep blue eyes, more deeper than mine that tends to change colors everytime. Sometimes I think his eyes are purple. He is a 6 feet 2 and very athletic, if you know what I mean. He isn't on the football or basket ball team in the school because he doesn't like them. But he goes to the gym a lot and he spends his time in a boxing arena during weekends. He wrestles sometimes too. He lives with his mum and his elder sister. His dad, let's just say some where in the world like my dad neglecting his duties. He changes phones too much just like tash

Yesterday, Courtney packed a small make-up bag for Joanna to take to school with her and use before she met-up with Trevor. She had also looked up the Cameron family online on her phone. There were dozens of them, but only twelve of them were directly in the political limelight. Not one was named Clarice so there wasn’t a photograph of Clarice. Joanna’s alter ego was safe from discovery. She had tried to learn the names of the family members. Two of the male members were senators and one of the female members was a congresswoman. The matriarch of the clan was an ambassador.

he asked making Kenneth nod vigorously out of fear "The Havani mine, it was a farm before it was licensed for mining. Who bombed that farm?" Kenneth looked at him fear dancing in his eyes. The answer he sought was a state secret which he had sworn never to reveal to anybody. He wondered what to do because talking or not would both lead him to his grave anyway "So it was you...you murdered the other share holders?" "You have a lovely family Kenneth sir. Your youngest daughter what is her name again...? Caroline! She is so adorable."

Marcela was the first to open her mouth and ask lily, who was feebly leaning her body in Kelly's embrace. "It is just as you heard auntie, the child in Lily's belly is mine," Kelly said. He did not shy away nor was he afraid this will reflect badly on his reputation. He had already made up his mind that today, he must leave with this woman. There is no way he would accept her to heartbreak him and walk away unscathed. "Who are you?" Marcela asked coldly. "Hi auntie, I am Kelly Leonard Junior, alpha of Ash band pack." Kelly introduced himself.

Evangeline nods, “you are right… of course you are… Cynamon always said how you are always right.” “You guys think the President knows about this,” Nick suddenly says. “About the werewolves and the captures.” I blink and look at him, Evangeline shrugs and Cukier looks thoughtful. “I mean the new president, Karina Horton,” Nick continues. “She is always talking about equality, and she is new to the job, she could use to make a statement.”

“He thinks he can play me?” Selene’s phone buzzed. Damon Security: Subject found. Kenneth Dunlap. Former homicide detective. Suspended 5 years ago. Wife deceased. One daughter — university student, 22. Lives alone on Brookline street. Selene’s smile returned, faint but vicious. “Oh, Kenneth,” she whispered. “You should’ve stayed retired.” She closed the message and walked into her dressing room, selecting a silk robe as the lights dimmed automatically. She ran her fingers over the edge of the vanity, then whispered to her reflection:

Looking back at her cousin she asked, “What is going on here?” Motioning at Pepper with his hand, he informed his cousin, “Kenny, this young woman is Pepper. Her mother was the artist Jessie Carter. Her father’s name is Leon Knight.” McKenna sat down hard in the chair on the other side of Flynn’s desk. “What?” she whispered. “What did you say?” “You heard me,” Flynn told her. “And you know in your heart that it’s true. She’s only twenty four years old. You can do the math as well as anyone.”