Killing Kennedy Novels & Stories

“Moon will appreciate the irony. I am sending him the video, señorita, and then we will see if he chooses to speak to me.” There’s blood everywhere. It’s on me and Kennedy. The man who beheaded Al is covered in it. Al’s body is on the plastic and his head is tossed beside his stomach. The only way I can control myself is to start a list. It’s the list of who I will kill. Kennedy. Estephon. The man who killed Al. The fourth man in the room.

S-She tried to kill herself? Their voices carried, and my support group—who had been waiting outside the courtroom—overheard the commotion and rushed over. They quickly surrounded us. "Mrs. Kennedy! What's wrong? Did you say your daughter tried to kill herself?" "Oh, what happened? Did some boy break her heart?" These women, though members of the city's elite, were little more than bored middle-aged housewives constantly on the prowl for fresh gossip. A scandal like this was like catnip to them.

How did you prevent the person from being controlled by the chip? Larissa shrugged. "I gave him a beating and injected a sufficient amount of tranquilizer capable of rendering an elephant unconscious. "Only after that did his consciousness briefly recover. He managed to utter the word 'chip.'" Larissa sighed in regret. "Unfortunately, he died right after finishing his words." Sage smiled lightly. Could it be that Kennedy died not because of the enemy, but because Larissa had hit him too hard? Despite entertaining such thoughts, Sage refrained from expressing them.

“H-h-how do you know, sir?” “Thanks for that wonderful question, sirs.” I mocked again, the smile no longer on my face as I stood again, stepping directly in their line of vision so they wouldn’t be graced by the sight of my wife…. ”I know….because I was the one who killed both the superintendent and the director, and I flew the fucking Air Force One jet in the company of eight United States soldiers who flew me back to the office of the President to receive a Medal of Freedom for spilling the secret hideout of the culprits…”

“Then we crush him from the inside out.” The men scattered, moving fast, and I stayed behind just long enough to let the night seep into me again. Kennedy thought he had control. He thought he was writing the script, pulling the strings. But he’d forgotten something. I don’t play games. I end them. And when I find him... I will end him.

He was too talkative. Another one I think is who else is killing. Based on the investigation into Clarisse, she was allegedly poisoned and when she died she was hanged to show that she had hanged herself and was not really poisoned. I know I'm not the one who did it, I'm not the one who did it. I bought poison but until now I haven't used it, it's just piled up in my room. As for Sage's accident, someone hit him so hard that he crashed into his motor. Nothing was caught on CCTV because it was broken and no longer working.

He stumbled back. “You… how do you know?” I answered only, my voice like frost. “Because, like you, I was reborn.” Panic tore through him. His eyes went wild, his mouth muttered the same words again and again. “No… no… impossible…” Not long after, the tribe found him dead at the edge of a ravine. The corpse of a lone wolf, rotting and forgotten. And I… I held William’s hand and walked toward our future. Under the rising blood moon he bent to my ear and whispered,

Chaos erupted. Everyone scrambled toward the soldier's hospital room. Miller dragged me by my handcuffs, pushing me to the front of the crowd. Through the glass, I saw Enzo tangled in a mess of tubes. Disgust flashed across my face. Then I gave Miller a faint smile. "If I had known you were so hard to kill, I would have used white phosphorus instead of cyanide." "I planned nine perfect executions, only for you to become the one stain on my record."

I would never be able to forget how Amy's small hands clawed desperately for breath as she turned purple. Nor would I ever be able to forget how Sam clamped a hand over my mouth when I tried to call the police, nor how he told me, "We can have another child, so don't kill my mother." I would never forget how they worked together with those charlatans they called exorcists, and how I was struck with a "holy scepter" until I died. Hatred surged through my chest like a tidal wave, and for a split second, I wanted nothing more than to storm into the kitchen, grab a knife, and butcher that venomous old hag where she stood.

Disgusting. WTF. I thought it would be easy killing this guy, but it seemed he's trained for this. I step back to put space between the two of us, the small distance will give him the advantage to beat me. I shot him so he ran towards me. I ran backwards without stopping shooting at him. The blood in his body spews out every time I hit him, but he still doesn’t stop. It leaves me no choice, so I fired my gun aiming his head. The bullet made a hole in his bald head, making him stop in his movements. The metal baseball bat fell to the floor creating a shrill sound. His thick blood came out and dripped into his mouth as he coughed. Everything seemed to be in slow motion, his body slowly fell to