Elle Kennedy Off Campus Series Novels & Stories

“You’re predictable, Ronan. That’s what I’ve always admired about you. Wave your wife’s name in front of you, and you’ll walk right into hell without asking why.” My grip tightened on the gun. “Where is she?” I roared, my voice shaking with fury. Kennedy chuckled, his voice carrying across the rafters. “Safe. For now. Safer than you’re about to be, at least.” Brandon stepped forward, his gun drawn too. “You’re making a mistake, Kennedy. You think this is power? Don't you think playing these nasty tricks is old and pathetic?" Kennedy ignored him, his attention fully on me. “I wanted to see your face when you realized. That hope in your eyes turning to despair. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

“…God damnit!!…Just who are that man??!!…Can someone find out who that man was??..”. (Kennard) After the hospital incident, Due to the appearance and of so many reporters around, Mr.Kennard chooses to retreat without making any scenes. Instead using the hospital security they just slips away, embarrassed with all the questioned that were thrown at him as he walked out, Unable to answer anything and on top of that, Ever since he got back to the Jonathan Group branch head quarter in Miami, Everything seem to went against him.

Violation is arrestable offense. I typed back a quick response: Good. Keep me updated on the divorce proceedings. Another text, this one from Leon: Package secured. Will dispose of as discussed at 0600. Translation: Kennedy was still locked up in the warehouse and would be dumped somewhere public at six in the morning. Perfect. I put my phone away and looked back at Anya. She was still sleeping peacefully, her breathing steady and even. My hand returned to her hair, stroking gently, trying to soothe away whatever nightmares might be lurking in her unconscious mind.

Now is not the time to go live, especially because there were secret eyes on me, waiting to record my every move. I wonder who the secret blackmailer could be. Perhaps, it was Yasmine and Yolanda? I know they dislike me a lot and would love to see me miserable. How did they even find out about this? My mind was heavy with different thoughts but no answers. The door opened and Kennedy walked in. “Hey, Ken. Where have you been?” “Just been with Tristan,” she sighed, taking off her shoes. “You sure? You don’t look the best,” “I’m just tired. Plus, my sister, Faith, just texted. Dad’s concubine is out of jail,”

"I ought to hate your guts on principle for nabbing one of the Ridge's most eligible bachelors, but it's hard to do that when you look so damned happy." "Thanks. I think." As Trish sauntered off to finish refilling ketchup bottles, Kennedy turned back to her conversation with her wedding planner. As talk shifted to bridesmaids dresses - oh hell, were those fabric swatches on his bar? - Denver flipped the channel of the nearest flatscreen to ESPN and turned up the volume a bit. Hopefully coverage of the College World Series would help offset the estrogen.

The fact that Iggy hadn’t typed anything else made him believe he had gone as far as he could, plus, the kid looked like he just got an invite to a party at the Playboy mansion, surely he must have gotten something. Iggy coughed, Caleb’s voice bringing him back to the present, “Um, yeah, she’s got two living cousins, Kennedy and Kylie Howard, they both live in Michigan. Kennedy’s twenty-four and works in an auditing firm, it says here she recently took a leave” Caleb raised a brow in curiosity, “Why did she take a leave?” “There isn’t much detail on that, though there’s a possibility her leave is connected to the disappearance of her cousin.” “Let me see that.”

Zayn rolled his eyes. Ambrose shook his head. Zayn needed to grow up! … Larissa stood at the entrance of the Carter family's private hospital. This was where Skye was abducted after work. Kennedy, a medical doctor, also worked here. According to Skye, Kennedy's office was sealed off after his death, and no one was allowed in. So, Kennedy's office was Larissa's first destination. Larissa turned her head and glanced at a car parked in the shadows by the roadside. She tapped her earpiece, signaling in that direction.

Of course, my parents weren't happy that we were leaving early without even having breakfast, but I'm only reluctant about leaving Kennedy. "I should be coming by the end of the month. It's likely that we'll be shooting in LA." I smile. "We should meet then." Kennedy works as a model; she's always travelling a lot. Though she's mostly based in Australia. She pulls me into a hug. "Loosen up, okay?" I withdraw from her, and she gives me a teasing look. "Yana," I hear Mom call as she walks away from the other side, where Dad, Luis and Dexter were talking.

I asked, and she shook her head, but her facial expression was enough for me to know Kennedy was the cause of my sister’s mood. It takes a lot for Keyla to get this mad, so the next day I planned to talk to Kennedy myself. It’s one thing to mess with me, but you don’t mess with my sister. For a moment, I thought Kennedy might not be so bad. She started off being so nice to Keyla and even asked her for help picking the outfits, but apparently Kennedy's cruelty knows no limit. Kennedy arrived at campus the next morning with several men around her. Did they add even more security?

54 - Kennedy I must be f*cking crazy or just in the process of losing my mind. After leaving Ryker and Bennet standing like morons outside Ryker’s office, I ran straight up to my room to change fully intending to take the run I want to take outside in the woods. But, as I was changing, I decided that was too predictable. If I am stuck here for the foreseeable future with a tyrant who just likes to have his way, I am going to be as unpredictable as possible.