Kenny Mccormick Novels & Stories

“His name is Kain McCall. He’s in custody. As far as we know, there aren’t any more McCalls left.” Sara released a breath she’d held. Focus. In and out. “So, no one else is left to look for me? At least until Kenny is released?” Her dad might come for her, but it wasn’t something she ever wanted to think about. “Actually, Kenny isn’t long for this world,” Jake said. “Kidney failure is killing him. Your dad isn’t doing too well either. His age is catching up to him.” It was all too much to process and so morbid. Death had come like a thief in the night for the McCall family.

As I gazed at the night sky in McCall, my thoughts drifted back to my life in Mexico. It was just a year ago that I lived in constant fear and looked over my shoulder every moment of the day. My father, once the king of the cartel, lost his power due to his greed. He forced me to move here to hide until things settled down, but I knew deep down that one day, the consequences of his actions would catch up with him.

Booker wouldn’t provide that either. “Fuck!” I snapped again. Unfortunately, I didn’t have time to deal with the elusive Payton. I had three hours before I needed to relieve my sister from watching Lily, and I had a shit ton of work to do. I was currently in a Fred Meyer parking lot in Vancouver waiting to meet with my contact. “Hawk, come in, over,” Tammy’s voice came over the radio. “I’m here, over.” “Kenny’s sitting outside Starbucks. He’s in a red hoodie, over.”

You will forever be in my heart. Logan X

Just a random pop-up notification on her F******k app and suddenly, they were close acquaintances. Well, what was the use of having a hacker friend if they couldn’t do one or two favors for her, she thought. She had sent him the mystery guy’s pictures and seconds later, he turned up lots of information on him. when she had asked how exactly he had been able to gather that info on the guy at such a short time, he responded with, ‘We have our ways.’ She had come to know the Mystery guy as Kennedy Macaulay. But her mind often referred to him as Creepy Ken.

His light brown eyes were darting as he stared at me as if he was trying to pierce through my ice-cold shield. Jen threw her arms around me and said, “Kenny! You were amazing up there!” I chose not to say anything. I have a feeling that this guy was surveying the hurdles he had to go through to get into Jen’s pants and he’d just spotted his biggest obstacle: me. “I want you to meet Nicholas Atkins,” Jen continued. “Nicky, this is Kenny Clarke.”

Liam noticed me first and ran to me. “McKenny!!” He shouted happily. “Hey, Champ… you feel better now?” I said laughing. “Yeah, I still feel a little weak but I’m fine.” “You shouldn’t be running if you feel weak, sweetie.” He rolled his eyes. “Don’t you roll your eyes at me, mister.” “Don’t worry, Kenny… I feel okay besides I’m a man.” I laughed and looked towards Vicky who was quietly looking at us. “Hey, Vicky..thanks a lot for today. I owe you.” I said smiling.

Kieran Kieran stares at the figures on the pages in front of him and feels a wave of burning anger in his chest, “Are you absolutely sure this isn’t doctored, Mass?” He asks his youngest brother, who was now pacing the floor anxiously. “I’m fucking certain, Kieran. This is Conor meeting with Phoenix MCC and Marcos Braga before the slaughter at the docks. It’s him, it’s our own fucking brother who is selling us out to these tools.” Massimo responds and punches the wall. “We need to fucking sort this out before more of our men die, Kieran.”

"He's drunk, Mac. Let it go." "All's good. She's okay." At this point, a zillion sets of eyes turned my way then quickly went back to holding-I looked up-blinked twice-swallowed, and watched as the god of football glanced down at me. Killian MacGregor, The Mac, or Mac the Knife, as fans called him because of his throwing arm, was my savior.

Now we just live for our plan. Give McAllister enough information on MMK and on Kingpin Kane, and in return, he rewards us generously. When he succeeds at taking down McKaine, he will give me MMK. Micah stopped believing in me long before I turned to Maven. He trained me to be his right hand, but when the time came to hand over MMK, he decided to keep the power to himself, leaving me as a junior officer without a position on the board of directors. I expected to be CFO by now.