Kenny Mccormick Personality Novels & Stories

“I had to tell the people the truth, at first it was hard for them to understand but as time went by and the news of Luna's untimely passing spread through the realm, they all came together. I know the support is worth it and today we can stand and celebrate. Like everyone, I hope and deeply pray Kenny returns to you. Truth be told you do not look the same without him. My wolf is more than depressed from not being able to run in the forest and hunt with him” Mckenny breathes out slowly, he hates hiding things from his best friend the most. “We found Kenny” he stated. Mark turned to him, not sure if he understood what his friend was driving at. “Found him?” he asked. “Yes, we found him, and i

Kenny's pov When the hunk of a man asked me for my name I hesitated only for a few seconds, my wolf has been screaming in my head about all four of them being my mates but I ignored her. I couldn't have a mate as I was destined to die after I kill the son of a bitch alpha. She tried to tell me something but I blocked her out, not wanting to get my hopes up of a happier life. That was why I decided to give them my name, I had nothing left to lose. "It's Kenny, Kenny McKenzie alpha of the extinct White Moon pack" I answered him with my head held high and shoulders straight. The shock and disbelief on their faces almost made me laugh, but the sadness of my words stopped that in its track, if I

"I'm going to be frank with you Mr. Tinders, you are the strangest person I've met." "Is that so?", McCoy grinned, his posture a tyrannical one. "We weren't close, one. You are a stalker, a pompous man who thinks he can get what he wants without trying. It must be because you were born in a place of power." "And you weren't." He teased. I ignored him and went back to what I needed, "So do you have them?" "The ingredients?" He played dumb." I should but since we are roasting, I have something to say about you."

After that, Mike was taken to a psychiatrist to do a series of treatments; unfortunately, instead of increasing, Mike's body was out of control. Kenneth, on the other hand, was calm. It is so calm that Kenneth's way of playing has never been smelled; Mike has a psychopathic soul, but Kenneth has another side. He kills people not directly in the vein; still, Kenneth likes slow torture that makes his victims scream until they die slowly. Kenneth also did not kill just anyone, only certain people who had made him thirsty for the smell of blood that touched the soles of loafers. "God forgive my sin." Kenneth closed the Bible and put it in its proper place.

Not that she didn't have all those impressions about him, but she hadn't expected him to take that, to heart if that's what she would call it? "I'm not done yet. I don't care about anything or anyone, I'm not prince charming sweeping some girl off her feet. I make people who have wronged me in business pay, pay till they have nothing to pay for anymore. But my point is, I want to know you, everything that makes you put on that defensive controlled stance, what makes you laugh so fucking hard that I just want to listen to it, and what I'll do that'll make you call me Ricky and Rick and not fucking Mr. Mears."

To help me. 'You do?' 'Yes, Jeff, yes. Okay, Jeff, listen to me, unlike you, I've...I've literally spent my entire life in this town studying my environment, studying the people, studying the way they think, their actions, and even their beliefs. I neared high profiles, worked my ass up the municipal hierarchy, bonded with them, built links. And look, all this has cost me was what? Just three miserable consecutive terms?' 'Do you know what your problem is, Ty?' Mr. McCoy calmly asked.

He said with a smirk and I giggled, which was highly unlikely of me. Boy was he mercurial! One time he was this rude and mean guy and the next moment he's this cute and understanding person. Which was the real Liam? I genuinely hoped that it would be the one standing in front of me right now. "Suits you," I replied. "But honestly thank you, Mr. McKinnon, for you know... personally apologizing to me. I know I was rude and sarcastic but I do appreciate the effort," "I did everything for myself," He replied with a sinister smile. "This was the least I could have done for my anything but gentlemanly behavior,"

I wouldn’t get interested in any guy after everything my dad have done. Well apart from Macro of course. I see you people gossip here more than you work. I threw back at him savagely and he paused for a spit second before he grinned again. Fiery much, are we?. I love fiery. He said through a grin before he stretched out his right hand for a hand shake, while bending his tall figure slightly towards me. Forgive my manners, Mi lady. I am Kennedy, Ken for short, and you are? He asked charminly.

Mack couldn't shake the feeling that he was being watched. He's been getting weird messages on his cell phone and things have been showing up on his door step ever since the bizarre phone call. The first thing that arrived was file on Brent Cummings a.k.a 'The God of Torture'. There was information in there that the police didn't even have, like a psych evaluation that declared him to have a schizophrenic and destructive personality disorder. The doctor at the institution that housed Brent for so long should never have released him, but they were unaware of how manipulative Brent is. That explains why there were no current records of Brent! Mack thought to himself as he made copies of

He looked like he couldn’t hurt a fly. Everyone labeled Fiona Monroe as the loud, rich, and spoiled girl. The not so easy to crack girl. The girl with an unnecessary attitude. They just assumed I was always like this. People would always have something to say. Whether you’re just trying to drink a cup of coffee with your friends or you’re simply having a good time with them. It didn’t matter what I did. Someone always found a reason to complain. But shockingly, Kenz’s perspective of me wasn’t like that. He didn’t ghost me after school or gossip about me to other students. He just, for some reason, liked me. Not the version people gossiped about. Not the version teachers complained about. Jus