Kendrick Johnson Face Novels & Stories

I would wait a little if I did not see him then the twins and I would have no choice than to look for him then I saw a figure in the dark struggling to walk by itself. "Kendrick, Kelvin," I called loudly and I asked them if they were seeing that figure before I would finish the statement I rushed towards the figure. The figure was my mate. He was injured severely and he is finding it difficult to walk home. The moment my hands touched his body he fell on me like someone who had given up a ghost. I screamed my lungs out, Kelvin was calming me while Kendrick began to remove what was in John's belly. A silver glass which was making him weak then Kelvin used the piece of clothes he cut out from

Jackson exhales like the fight drained something essential out of him. “He’s alive,” Uncle John says. Hate flashes through her eyes — sharp, raw, undeniable.

“Kendrick, I am not a politician.” “You don't have to be.” “I’m a law student.” “Congratulations.” I narrowed my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.” He shrugged, and I looked at the guard again. Then back at Kendrick. “School reopens soon.” “Doesn’t matter.” He stated bluntly. “Kendrick—” “He'll be with you whenever you need him.” I folded my arms. “You’re being weird.” His expression didn't change. “Am I?” “Yes.” Something flickered briefly across his face, gone so quickly I almost missed it.

I told her now was not a good time. The Lycan kneeled down. Then Johnson's face emerged. He began to shift back.