Elle Kennedy Books Novels & Stories

I had almost forgotten they speak these since Damien stopped some time after I was brought to this pack. “Hey come on.” Linda turned to me swiftly before walking into another room. Walking into the room filled with nothing more than long rows of shelves filled with books to the brim, a quite aged woman was sitting at a table, reading a book with her eyeglass fixed on the bridge of her nose. “Hello, Mrs. Kennedy.” Linda greeted, keeping a smile on her face. “Hello, how may I help you?” She did not look friendly, not even one bit, she looked like she was mad for getting disturbed. Linda immediately pulled the stealer’s book from her back, placed it on the table and hurriedly flipped through th

"Hey, enough of this, okay? We women shouldn't be talking bad about each other. She's one of us! "Look, did you read her response? The Kennedys are a family of assholes who hurt her first. She's just fighting back—and that makes her a fighter. Maybe Mr. Kenway fell for her because she's bold, brave, and resourceful." I stayed in my cubicle, glad to know at least one of these socialites had a brain.

When my shift ended, I found myself walking toward the corner table where Kael sat, his laptop closed now, a book in his hands. I stopped short when I saw the cover. ‘Knot We Cannot Untie.’ That was the book he was holding. I can't believe that Kael would be reading one of Linda Lively’s books. “You read… this?” I said, the surprise evidently in my voice. Kael looked up, one brow raised. “Why? You think I only read racing magazines and bank statements?” I gave a small laugh. “Chill bro. It’s just… not what I was expecting ”

Kennedy suggested, still browsing to the shelves. “I don’t need a book, I'm no longer a student Ken.” “You might need it, when you get hospitalized for months because you chose to be stubborn. You'll need something to read.” Kennedy replied, a faint smirk to her mouth. The words were supposed to be a joke, but Alecia caught the way Kennedy glanced at her every few seconds, checking her face, she knew the girl was dead serious and also worried, but she didn’t want that watchfulness so she turned toward the back of the shop, where lacquer boxes sat under a single warm lamp.

Possible military training? "Still sulking in corners, I see." I looked up sharply. Kennedy stood in the library doorway, his pale eyes amused. "I'm reading," I said coolly. "You're spying." He moved closer, glancing at my journal before I could close it. "On the maid who humiliated you." "I'm observing," I corrected. "There's a difference."

Selena's phone had been vibrating for the better part of an hour before she actually looked at it. The articles were everywhere, which meant someone had paid to make sure they were everywhere. That was the only way something could spread this fast across many platforms simultaneously like that. **"Who is Matthew Kingland's Mysterious New Wife?"** **"Alexander Kingland and Mrs. Kingland Get Cozy at Charity Luncheon"** **"From Nobody to Kingland: A Fairytale or a Setup?"**