Elle Kennedy Off Campus Series Novels & Stories

I’d expected Kennedy back by now, but I also know that she would take her time if Christy is awake and she’d also want to check on Lillian and their son. That feeling inside my gut only gets tighter when Lane links me that Kennedy isn’t in the hospital. I immediately try to link her, opening up the link between us and I get nothing. Absolutely nothing. I’m up and moving before I tell Lane that I’ll meet him there. I quickly make my way through the packhouse. “Alpha, what’s going on?” Kier asks, jogging over from where he’d been standing by the kitchen.

It was just too good… so f'ucking good Friday night was as good a time as any for the Jackson's to initiate their plan. Elaine took the kids to their grandmother’s house for the weekend and was back home before Vivian showed up at seven. When Vivian knocked at the door she was surprised when Kennedy answered the door wearing only a pair of white cotton joggers that tied at the waist with a drawstring. Elaine called it the women's Magnet, and she seemed to be right because Vivian's eyes went straight to Kennedy's crotch and stayed glued there for long minutes.

Natalie’s gaze fell on the coffee table behind her, where a framed photo of Kennedy and Kade sat. The rest of the house also bore the signs of someone living alone. Kennedy’s face flushed as she shouted angrily, “Get out.” As she spoke, she tried to force the door closed to drive Natalie away. Natalie let out a faint scoff, easily twisted Kennedy’s wrist to push the door open, and said coldly, “You are also a member of the Sombra Organization.” Kennedy was startled, then smiled. “What does that have to do with you?”

Palmer, heading to a city hundreds of miles away. On my phone, there were several late-night texts from Daniel detailing the new wedding arrangements. I turned off my phone without responding. I was finally flying toward my own future.

"If we can prove he used your phone, or find Westfield Capital's internal accounts, we can convict them." I thought back to the day I bought the apartment. At the bank, Felix had my phone for a full 20 minutes. The bank's lobby had security cameras. "Let's get the surveillance footage from the bank," I said. "I've already tried." Christine sighed. "The bank said the cameras just happened to be broken that day." That was too much of a coincidence. Hank's influence had already reached the bank. "What about Zoe's phone?" I asked. "The police never found it at the scene," Christine replied.

Students from the underground arena, The Chairman, Vale, The mysterious man from the photograph, Even jealous classmates…. Every single one had a reason, yet none of them felt completely right. He ran both hands through his hair. "Damn it..." "There are too many enemies.” ******* He returned to campus immediately, the cafeteria was almost empty.. The attendant looked up, "Can I help you?" "I'm looking into what happened earlier." "The attack." The woman's face turned pale. "It was terrible." Kaizen looked around. "There are CCTV cameras here." She nodded. "Yes." "Can I see the footage?”

Kennedy and I don’t get the chance to talk alone until past midnight when the light goes off under Una’s door, and Annie’s bedframe finally stops creaking from her nightly tossing and turning. We’re sitting in the dark living room, side-by-side on the sofa, doing our usual thing. Kennedy is playing some shoot-’em-up game with human teenagers online. I’m scrolling on my phone, putting things into shopping carts and taking other stuff out. Kennedy’s cross-legged in baggy athletic shorts, a generic white T-shirt, and the retro red-and-blue striped tube socks I bought her. Her chin-length, silky straight hair keeps falling in her face, causing her to miss shots, and every time, she cusses and bl

As the door shut behind them, he said, “This is the school’s newspaper office. I funded the whole renovation back then, so technically... It’s mine.” He left the lights off for good reason. He merely locked the door behind him. “And this—” Freya hissed, her hands unbuckling his belt, “is this the place where you thought naughty things about me, Doctor?” Kenneth’s eyes darkened. He watched her slowly lose control. “On some lonely nights.” “Once, you uploaded a video on your social media. You went to Cancun with some of your girlfriends. You were wearing a bikini. That ten-minute video replayed on that desk for an hour,” Kenneth revealed, his eyes wandering to a specific table.

The loud, the ugly, the drunk, the broken. Kennedy showed up a few hours later carrying bottled water, takeout, and a look that said she hadn’t slept either. She didn’t say much at first. Just walked in, set everything down on the table, and yanked the blinds open as the air had been stale for too long. “Have you seen the news, people keep trying to book you,” she said as she opened the fridge and found nothing worth drinking. Alecia didn’t respond. “Everyone wants an exclusive. There’s already a list.”

"General Kenneth, I don't have the right to be dissatisfied with anyone, I'm just thinking why she has to leave suddenly, she's alone, she doesn't know where to go." Deon nKenneth finished speaking faintly, but there was anxiety between his eyebrows that he couldn't hide. "She will definitely stay in the county shrine*.