Kennedy That Had A Lobotomy Novels & Stories

“I’m sorry, Imperial Physician Laine. I do not wish to kill you, but I really have no choice.” Ambrose wanted to make Lord Kenny remain in a vegetative state. Due to the seriousness of the matter, he could not let a second person know about it. As such, Patton had to die. After he spoke, Ambrose turned his body and looked quietly at Lord Kenny. Being interrupted at the most critical moment, Lord Kenny’s face looked incredibly pale. He was furious as he looked at Ambrose. “Ambrose, you… Why did you do that?”

Upon hearing this, Kennedy snapped back to reality and instinctively replied, "No need, he's busy, I'll go there myself today." The driver could only nod silently and drive on. Having spent a lot of time at the pack house lately, he could sense that something was off, and he had also heard some rumors. Seeing Kennedy's expression now, he couldn't help but feel a pang of sympathy. But he was just an employee; such matters weren't his concern. － The best rehabilitation center in South City As soon as Kennedy arrived, the nursing staff greeted her with a smile and said,

But then he dropped the next bombshell: “There’s a missing woman—one that’s been gone for over a year. We think Kennedy might have been behind it. We’ve seen signs of that kind of behavior before.” The hair on the back of my neck stood up, and a chill crawled down my spine. I swallowed hard, trying to keep my composure, but the idea of what Kennedy had likely done to other women, of the horrors he had inflicted in the name of his twisted love…it made my stomach turn. I clenched my jaw, fighting the bile that rose in my throat.

"I want to go back. Maybe Kimberly will remember me when she sees me." "Henry advises that we wait for her to___." "No, I can't wait any longer, Dad." "Doctor Lorraine told us Kimberly suffered from depression after she learned about her mother's death and left you. And the tragic accident she witnessed two years ago, which included you, pulled the trigger in Kimberly's brain to temporarily erase her memory. Henry also said that your wife was so shocked that she can't speak a single word; she's just staring at you painfully," Mr. Conner closed his eyes and reminisced.

Her assistant growled angrily, “Who do you think we are? Some kind of monkey? We’ve signed the contract, so how could you change the spokesperson?” Kennedy took a few breaths to calm himself down and said, “Please understand that you're the one who failed to fulfill your contract. We need to catch up with the shooting process, and since Ms. Linwood is busy, we figured that we shouldn't disturb you anymore. Thus, we decided to change the spokesperson. Is there anything wrong with that?”

but I wouldn't come back for my own mate. I turn away from Kennedy and settle my head against his shoulder. He lays his hand on my thigh with a sigh and says nothing more. Kennedy once called Hendrick a ticking time bomb. He had been wrong because I am. I'm a bomb that is about to go off, and all I can hope was that the casualties are at a minimum.

Larissa took out a test tube from her pocket carefully. "The chip! I suspect Kennedy went mad because this chip was implanted in his brain."

If Moon is to be believed, and I don’t know what to believe anymore, Kennedy is tied to Estephon. Moon’s war means cops will die. I can’t allow that to happen. I have no idea where to turn or who to turn to. Just Estephon’s name fills me with dread. At Estephon’s orders, five young men were beheaded a few months ago. Gruesome, horrific deaths that were blasted over the Internet. And Estephon got away with it. Does Kennedy have any idea who he’s dealing with? Fuck. Of course he does. Kennedy is a very smart cop.

The wheel of the barrow groaned under the weight. “Martha!” The maid froze. Valentina felt her heart stop. Through a small tear in the tarp, she saw the silhouette of Kennedy standing on the veranda, a glass of scotch in his hand. “Where are you going with that trash?” he called out, his voice lazily cruel. “The…the alley bin, sir,” Martha stammered, her voice shaking. “The gardener left a mess. I’m clearing it before the rain ruins the path.” Kennedy looked at the pile of weeds for a heartbeat that lasted an eternity. Then, he shrugged. “Fine. Make it quick. I want this house purged of her memory by morning.”

"Make sure the previous incident didn't repeat itself." "Yes, sir." Celeste went to the basement, where the girls were prepared before they were presented to the stage. She spotted the doctor going in and out of each room to indicate he was doing his work. Why would they need a doctor? Well, the doctor wasn't there to check for their health because someone already did it before they were shipped here. The doctor's job was to drug them. That was Kennedy's solution to bend their will. The drug was called 'Happy Drug' was still under experiment by the same doctor whose name was never revealed. Celeste had witnessed the power of the drug itself. Even the most determined and strong-headed person