Killing Kennedy Books Novels & Stories

“This being Miles Kennedy, I presume?” His lip twitched into a bitter smile. “That’s the one. He works for your father so I guess you would know him too. How is he doing these days?” But now it was my turn to smile. “Dead,” I answered honestly. “…I killed him myself.” Sterling’s face immediately paled. “You’re lying… He’s not dead. He only told me a few weeks ago that he’d gotten his hands on the documents. We’re meeting in a few days.”

"I think he knows that Kennedy is pregnant with his child. At least Reina said. The kids in that school… are dangerous. They talk a lot about how to be pack traitors." “I also think about Hudson. You said he was the one who supported Kennedy and her plans with Alpha Mario, then in the last attack, he died… by whom? Was he killed by the rouge? Or was he killed by our officers? " "I don't think it was from our officers, Alpha ... because apart from you, me, and Reina ... no one knows about the treacherous Hudson," Harry replied firmly. He also had time to focus his thoughts on Hudson's death.

Sunny slapped as he kicked her in the abdomen and dragged her across the ground and tied her to a tree branch this time with her hands behind her. “So where were we?” Sunny said as he picked up his gun “First your sweet sister… then mommy dearest and then one by one your friends and now you Zara!” Sunny said as he let out a creepy chuckle “Because of you so many people were killed. I couldn’t help it. It’s not like I can leave behind so many witnesses…right Zara” Sunny said as if it was Zara’s fault for having so many people around her. “Then it was Miguel and Kenneth. When Rocky left for your room, I killed your Uncle Ken and Miguel and dressed Miguel in my hood and mask. Then planted his d

What history could my parents have had, maybe I would never find out. Dad died mysteriously almost a year ago, before his death, I had a nightmare. It was the first time I saw the old hag. Remembering how the old hag took his soul made me sob, he was the first victim and I was clueless about the whole situation. The nightmares kept coming after that incident, Dad died at the fire station. He was a heroic man who loved saving people, and a fierce firefighter. A memorial was gonna be held soon in his honor.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

Not trying to win only trying to buy time. One of the guards looked toward Kennedy. "Boss... what about you?" Kennedy calmly picked up one last photograph from his desk. The picture of Shannon. He slipped it carefully into the inside pocket of his jacket then looked around the study one final time. His books, his desk, his wife's portrait, twenty seven years. Every memory, every plan, every piece of his life existed inside this estate. He slowly exhaled. "Let's go." Meanwhile Sean stepped through the shattered front entrance. Glass crunched beneath his boots while smoke drifted through the grand foyer.

Cameron ranted on and on, delivering a tirade I didn't even want to hear. I pulled the phone away from my ear as her voice continued, relentless and grating. I only brought the phone back to my ear once I sensed she was finally done. "The Kennedys are a crime family. They should be prosecuted for their offenses—whoever initiated this investigation did the right thing," I said. "As for Harry… Well, if he colluded with the Kennedys in any of these crimes, he should be brought to justice as well.

the letter read. “I spent four hours today arguing with a man who smelled like old goat cheese and gunpowder. I found myself wondering if you were still reading about the Medicis, or if you’d moved on to something less bloody. I found a bookstore in a small village today. It was tucked between a bakery and a butcher shop. I saw a first edition of 'The Shining' and thought of you. Stay in the sun, Little Bird.” I laughed again, a sound that I had not genuinely made in a while .

We’re silent as Moon leads me back to the house. He grabs two of my pills from a kitchen cabinet and watches me take them. I’m too overwhelmed and don’t argue because my head is pounding. He leaves me alone in his room so he can attend his conference call. I curl up in his bed, inhaling his scent and wondering how this went so fucking wrong. It was Moon’s actions and not mine that killed Penny. Moon’s fucking games. Manuel Estephon is thought to be the number one killer on American soil and directly tied to the Mexican drug cartels. If Moon is to be believed, and I don’t know what to believe anymore, Kennedy is tied to Estephon.

News of the explosion traveled fast. By morning, it was everywhere. The news channels called it a "terrorist attack." The Inquisition called it a "gas leak." But the underworld knew the truth. Someone had hit Kaelen. Hard. And they had walked away. In the Haven, the mood was electric. The wolves weren't scared anymore. They were excited. For years, they had hidden behind their walls. Now, they had struck back. And they knew who was responsible.