Kenny Mccormick Novels & Stories

"Adam Zayn Brown McCoy." "Hmm. How old are you?" "I'll be eighteen on October 21st." So far so smooth. "How did you get to Sean's medical records?" "Oh! You caught me there."

Then, turning toward Paco and his assistants, he said quietly, "Frank Lawrence is mentor to Kenny Loggins of Morhen. That makes these girls Kenny's peers." At those words, Paco lost his balance as his knees buckled, and he dropped to his knees in front of Winter. Kenny Loggins was the owner of Morhen's Loggins Apothecary, and his name was known throughout Draconia! On top of that, he was an undisputed miracle worker in Draconia! Forget Paco—no one working in Zamri Hospital was even qualified to invite Kenny over for a seminar. And yet, Paco was mocking Kenny's peers?!

Above being the cover story of Rolling Stone like some kind of rock star of telecommunications. He was nothing but a big jerk.

Didn't react to her voice. His focus stayed locked on McLauren. "Careful," Kane said quietly. "You're talking about something that's gonna piss me off ." McLauren smirk dropped instantly then he masked it off with a smile . "Oh, I understand plenty. This is my club. My rules. My money. If something goes missing and shows up in her booth, I have every right to question it." Kane stepped closer. Close enough now that the tension between them felt like it could snap.

I give the other man an apologetic smile. “I’m sorry for interrupting your meal.” “It’s no trouble. It’s nice to see my brother perking up at something for the first time in a while.” “Brother?” Micheal clears his throat. “This is Kenny, my brother and CFO. This is Lucia.” “Ah, so you’re the Lucia who owns a bookstore I’ve heard about.” Kenny gets up and holds out a hand. “Pleasure to meet you.” “Oh…thanks.” I shake his hand, noting the firm grip. “Micheal’s being talking about me?”

“I am doing work. What are you doing?” “Working, Alpha.” Ricky headed out. “Our new buyers showed up for the Magis house. I’m going to hand over the keys and show the place.” He scoffed. “Show all the holes and moldy floorboards. It should be the most fun showing I’ve ever done.” “What took them so long? It’s been weeks?” Scott looked over at Ricky. He turned, rubbing his forehead. “Get this. They don’t drive.” “What do you mean they don’t drive? Like they just walked across three states?”

I can feel my face heat up red as they nod and turn off a machine or two. “ Thank you Madam Charlotte, would you like to see what we were going to do? He does need surgery because he’s left kidney is damaged and it looks like his knee bone is broken” the doctor explained to me as Creed walks over to me with a chair so I can sit down. “ Can you fix it? I mean can you help him?” I asked pulling my legs to my chest

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Alex seemed to be quite shocked by Damien's request, but he didn't bother to show it. Damien on the other hand didn't want anything alcoholic. He wanted to be sober for a while... At least until he was ready to go on his bout against the Rogue Wolves. He knew that if he took any drop of alcohol in his taste, he would end up drinking himself to stupor, and that was the last thing he needed right now. "Okay, then. I'll go fetch Ariel and tell her to make a hot cup of tea. I'll see you in a bit", he said a d with that, he left the conference room... *********

A moment later, the door swung open to reveal a man in a green shirt and brown shorts, sweat trickling down his face. “Hello?” “Evening,” Sheriff McKenna greeted. “I take it you’re Mr. Miller.” The man frowned. “Yes. And who are you?” “Jamie McKenna, Residential Sheriff of Greystone.” Miller’s posture stiffened for a brief moment before he cleared his throat. “Sheriff. It’s… a pleasure.” “May I ask what brings you?” he asked, even as his jaw twitched slightly. “Just here to have a word, if that’s alright with you.”