Novel & Cerita Jackie Kennedy Eating Metal

Deanna swallowed the steamed bun and said, "My brother is rich, and he keeps his promises. Don't worry. I'm sure he'll give you a lot of money." Jacky took a bite of the food and served it to her, mouth-to-mouth. He waited for her to open her mouth. After a while, Deanna opened her mouth and swallowed the food Jacky had given her. She neither thought about rejecting it, nor did she know how to handle the situation. However, when she saw the plate of meat on the table, she drooled at the sight of it. When Jacky saw that Deanna was finally eating, he took a bite of his steamed bun.

Right now, he was the only person I could trust with our food. Cynthia gasped when he started to lay out the dishes while Marianna stared at me with wide eyes. Antonia was seething in her chair but I ignored her. "What is the meaning of this?" Jack finally said as he filled his glass with juice. "After the incident of last time, I thought it wise to take precautionary measures." Kennedy sniggered but his eyes were locked hungrily on the pasta on Marianna's plate. "And where did you get this deadbeat chef from?" He asked.

I was too big to be referred to as much. “Look at that budge.” Jackie little feet fell on the floor. I could see the scorpion tattoo she had on the heels of her feet, and then her gold leg chain. She slid her well-manicured hands over my budge. Little man was already growing from seeing her rose. Jackie was actually so clean, I could never forget the taste of her and how good she smelled. It was one memory I could never let go of. She dug one hand into my trouser and I groaned, raising my head knowing damn well I couldn't control myself in this moment. She knew how to handle my little man. In no time she dropped to her knees and shoved it into her mouth.

Jackie swallowed hard, sobbing louder. Family and friends of Ralph and Bred each gave short speeches to honor their memory. After everyone was discussing the tragical deaths. Jackie heard only fragments of the conversation. The pack was furious. Death in battle was expected, but the realization that someone had killed using dirty tricks like poison drove the crowd into a frenzy. “He was a brave warrior who left us too soon, but his murderer will be punished.” “I’ll tear apart the one who killed my son with my own hands.” Jackie’s body burned; everything was spinning, and she clung to her mother tighter so she wouldn’t collapse.

Ashley’s POV Kennedy cut another piece of steak, the knife scraping softly against the plate. The sound set my teeth on edge, but I forced myself to take another bite of my own food, the metal fork trembling in my hand. My mind was a whirlwind of panic and revulsion, but I couldn’t let him see that. I couldn’t give him any reason to snap. As I chewed mechanically, Kennedy leaned back in his chair, his eyes scanning me with a strange mixture of admiration and something far darker. “You remind me so much of Ashton,” he said, his voice almost wistful. “But better.”

Her voice, gentle yet firm, cut through the silence. "You need to eat, Lady Ari." “I’m not hungry, Jackie.” I turned my back to her, the pain too raw for words. Jackie placed a tray on the bed, taking a seat beside me. "You stayed in your room all day. You refuse to eat. We can’t afford to get sick here."

He leaned down and kissed my knuckle before sitting straight. "Jackie, the gathering at the golf course was two days ago and..." He paused to lick his lips. "Something happened, Jackie. You had eaten something, right?" I thought back to the events of that day and a flash of Mrs. Kingston giving me a big bowl of food filled my mind and I nodded in response. Lucas nodded. "Someone found you in a pool of blood and you later fainted in her arms." I started to feel my heart pound at the memories of that day. The pain I felt and the bleeding. I automatically placed my hand on my stomach as I started feeling restless, fear taking over my body.

“You still here, love? You’ve been in that chair since yesterday.” “I’m fine.” “Have you eaten today?” “I had a sandwich.” “That was yesterday’s sandwich, Mrs. Emerson.” She gave me a look over the top of the chart. “I brought that sandwich. I know when I brought it.” “I’m not hungry.” “Mmhm.” Jackie set the clipboard down on the bedside cabinet, beside Harrison’s phone, beside the plastic cup of water nobody had touched. She crossed her arms. “Mrs. Emerson.” “Jackie.”

Hannah glared at Jackie and said coldly, "Who the hell are you? What right do you have to stand here and say these words to me?" Jackie said slowly, "You don't need to know who I am, I just want to tell you that the reason why your son had said all those is because his food has tampered. Therefore, whenever he is agitated, the drug will take effect, and he will speak out without holding anything back." Hannah asked, "Who is that person?" Jackie ignored her question and continued to say slowly, "Also, we were able to successfully exterminate the bombs that you have planted was because we have our men among yours."

I did it again. I’ve finished stitching up all of Kennedy’s wounds, adding antibiotics to her IV drip since Echo is silent, and I’m drawing blood when Quirin walks back in, clean and dressed. He pulls a chair over and takes Kennedy’s hand. “The others just arrived. I sent them to the showers, but the pack should be connecting to Kennedy, holding on to her and to Echo,” he says. “Do you know if she ever ate?” I ask him. I’ve never seen Kennedy’s hands shake like I saw when she was doing the C-section for her pack member.