Jackie Kennedy Eating Metal Novels & Stories

Jenna's eyes fluttered at the mesmerizing sight full of clouds as the engines roared and winded into her ears, causing her to poke her fingers through it. Eventually, the aircraft dipped down screeching forwards and making Jenna feel like her head was going to explode. Jenna shifted her head to the left, staring at her mom like she had grown another head. "What? I couldn't let the food go to waste." Mrs. Kennedy explained. Well, it wasn't really something to be surprised about since saving food had always been a habit and an obsession for Mrs. Kennedy. "Don't just stare at me like an idiot. Wake up your brother." Mrs. Kennedy commanded, rolling her eyes at Jenna.

He looked bored but dangerous. Kennedy leaned back in his chair, spinning a knife between his fingers like he wanted an excuse to use it. Rogers, the youngest, stared at me with open disdain, like I was dirt on the floor. None of them spoke as I placed the dishes in front of them. Then Damon sniffed the air. “She made all this alone?” he asked. Kennedy laughed. “Leon loves breaking his toys.” I kept my eyes down. I could feel the heat in my face, the humiliation crawling under my skin.

“Alright, you two can fight outside. You’re too annoying.” “I don’t have a husband like him. From now on, there is nothing between us,” Senna said. Everyone looked at Jackie as if he was a dead dog. With his penis broken, it was difficult for him to even be in a relationship again. Right then, Betty Dawson, who was originally standing in the background, suddenly stepped forward. She forcefully kicked Jackie a few times before kneeling in front of Hailey. “Mrs. Carter, Mr. Rockefeller, please forgive me. Jackie Luden, this jerk, encouraged me to cause trouble at Belle Blossom last time. I knew I was allergic to seafood, and I only agreed to help him because he gave me twenty million dollars.

Something sharp and sour underneath. Then I saw him. Kennedy was sitting on the couch in the dark living room, only the TV lighting up his face. His eyes were bloodshot, red and glossy like he hadn’t blinked in hours. He turned his head slowly when he heard me come in, and I felt my heart drop straight into my stomach. He was high. Really high. “Why are you wearing a man’s jacket?” he asked, voice slurred a little, but sharp enough to cut me. I froze for a second. Then I swallowed hard. “I… I was cold at the charity event. Mr. Nikandros gave me his jacket.”

he said, leaning closer, "If I win, you kiss me." I opened my mouth to respond—probably with something dry and sarcastic—but was cut off by Katy's voice right behind me. Breathless. Low. "Did you hear? Jackie's dead." I froze. Jackie? Dead? The same girl who'd kidnapped me in the gym storage room and knocked me out cold? "What?" I blinked. "What do you mean she's—" "Dead. Like, actually," Katy repeated. "Found last night behind that sketchy drug block near Mercer. People are saying she was into some really rough things if she was there. They said it was... cardiac arrest or something, but she was found in an alley. Alone."

Emma's voice through the monitor sounded remote. "I'll check on her," Scott offered, leaving the room before Jackie could even get up from her chair. He returned a moment later, carrying Emma. "We're hungry, Mommy," he said, winking. Jackie blew out a frustrated breath. "Sweetie, I'm afraid to let you eat very much. I don't think your tummy is all better yet." "Please, Mommy," the little girl whined. "Maybe just a couple of crackers," Jackie relented. "And I think there's a can of ginger ale in the fridge. Maybe you can sip on that."

Yara’s Pov I zoomed in on the surveillance footage, adjusting the screen slowly as I tried to make sense of what I was seeing. At first, nothing stood out. The angle was poor, and whatever Judy had noticed earlier still escaped me. Then the audio picked up. “Where did you get those?” Judy’s voice came through sharp and tense. I froze and leaned closer to the screen. Kennedy stood in the living room, one hand resting on her hip, the other casually brushing against the necklace on her neck. Even through the grainy footage, I could tell it was expensive. Her clothes too. They were not something she could afford on her own.

“Yvonne Yates, are you going to keep calling me President Miller?” “Why not? Should I call you younger brother-in-law instead?” Yvonne asked back. The atmosphere dropped to the freezing point. Jackson was livid with rage as he raised his chopsticks to pick up a piece of fish and stuffed it into his mouth. Suddenly, an accident occurred. There was a fishbone in the fish fillet and it got lodged in Jackson’s throat.

Kennedy called as I paused. "You've not eaten right?" He said as I nodded. In fact I was hungry. "Join me for dinner. I'll have the maids make your favourite. We can even try that new wine you've been raving about. I looked up at Kennedy from head to toe. There was not harm in his invitation. It's not like I haven't eaten with him countless of times. "Okay, why not. That will be nice." I said "Oh right. Have you taken your drugs?" Kennedy said as I squint my gaze at him. He said I should stop taking them so I don't recall any of my memories with Emmette.

"Kennedy, for heaven's sake, keep your voice down. The neighbors will think we’re having a domestic." "I don't give a damn about the neighbors!" Kennedy roared. He grabbed a crystal vase from a side table and hurled it against the wall. It shattered into a thousand jagged diamonds. "She’s there! She’s in the office! She’s sitting in a chair, wearing a suit, and she’s looking at me with her eyes!"