Killing Kennedy Novels & Stories

Rose’s POV “Do you know who killed Kelvin?” I asked my Dad as he sat across me with a girl twice my age massaging his shoulder, he was moaning softly his eyes closed “Why are we having this conversation right now?” He asked his eyes still closed “Because am curious to know now that Vincent Vincenzo is dead. It doesn't make sense that the Vincenzo brothers would die one after another in the space of a few weeks” I stated. When I found out Kelvin was killed the day he was planning to marry his other woman whom I knew was Donald Dante's daughter, I was so angry by his betrayal that the only thing that bothered was that he didn't die by my hand but with the recent turn of events, I was curious t

Millie lay in bed, increasingly engrossed in the news. She discovered that before the year 2000, the Four Great Families were in a major conflict, and the Lowell family was the last to join them. Among all this news, Millie stumbled upon a group called Sullivan Corporation, which piqued her curiosity. It reminded her of Kennedy, who appeared to have some unresolved issues with Winston. Millie clicked on the link about Sullivan Corporation and was immediately struck by the headline revealing that Kennedy's parents had tragically died in a car accident in 2009. Overwhelmed by the news, she slowly sat up as the article suggested that Brian from Greer Group might have been involved.

I've been married to Federico Moretti for four years, and the entire time, we've lived in a run-down basement. He works three jobs, all to save up money to buy me a house filled with morning sunlight and make it our home. So when the doctor gives me my diagnosis, all I can think about is how I'm about to become a burden to him. When I get home, Federico is crouched in front of a leaking pipe, wrapping tape around it. He looks up and spots the hospital envelope in my hand, his expression darkening. "Sera, how many times have I told you? Those white coats are all crooks. Look at Alfredo's mom. She had a whole bunch of tests done and spent all that money, only to get better after drinking

Although he was still conscious, it was apparent that he could not hold on any longer. “Are you playing a trick on me?” Kennedy stood up from the beach chair and began walking over to Tyr. “Unfortunately, your wife isn’t here. Therefore, you can’t leave with Mikhael today. Are you the one who killed my friends last night? How dare you, a man from Celestial Empire, kill the Rossi family’s people? How many lives do you think you have? Therefore, I can promise you that you will die a terrible death today.” Kennedy sounded angrier by the second.

“Honey, I am so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to do that on your own.” “I wasn’t alone. Taylor and the twins were here. They helped me,” Jackson admits. Elizabeth sits on my bed, a hand on Jackson’s and one brushing Carter’s blue cap. Jackson continues, “Kennedy passed away about 7:30 tonight. I asked for her organs to be harvested, hoping to help others. Kennedy would have wanted it that way.” The sight of tears in Jackson’s eyes cripple me. I cannot stand to see him relive this entire day. I know letting out his emotions, talking about it, and having loved ones near will help us mourn. It hurts; the pain is still fresh.

They exchanged glances again and were about to retort, but I interrupted them again. “You’ve come here twice for questioning but won’t tell me why. It makes me anxious, and I can’t eat or sleep properly. Don’t you realize that?” I was unyielding as I stared at the two officers. “We’re only conducting routine inquiries. Please don’t feel pressured,” the younger officer said smilingly. His tone became more relaxed and respectful. I knew my words had affected them, so I continued, “I want to know if Kennedy died in a car accident, as you said. According to you, it was a freak accident. If so, why are you still investigating, and why did he die immediately after requesting to meet me?

Snapped his mother. “Ah… Kennedy? You don't know? Kennedy was found dead ten meters after the border, maybe the rouge who lasted longer ... saw him as a member of the pack that could be eaten ... he was killed with his stomach open and he raped her." Harry lied, he wanted to see what this old man had to say. "Lie!!!!" The woman shouted.

Before authenticating that Brother Lionel was safe and sound, everything was possible, and anything could happen. She cried again and berated, "Brother Lionel, say something quickly. Stop scaring me already. I know you're fine. You promised me a lot of things and haven't fulfilled any of them yet. How can something happen to you?" At long last, someone spoke on the other end. It was a man's voice that Karen Joy often heard and sounded very familiar. "Miss Kyle, the President has been killed in the accident!" Dead silence. It grew quiet for a long time, so tranquil that Karen Joy thought the world had stopped. There was no noise at all that she felt she had entered another dimension.

he's unable to continue. “Oh my god,” My voice quivers. Kennedy looks at me, wondering why I’ve hurt him. Why did I kill him when he finally admitted he loves me and even avenged my parents' deaths? Why did I kill him when he’s here because he tried to save me? He's here because he tried to save me from this… “No!” I scream, launching myself at Kennedy. “I didn’t know!” I sob. I don’t want to be the monster, I wail inside my head as I slap my hands over his. Trying my best to hold his life in. I don’t want him to die. I want to take it back.

His laughs overpower the growls of all the Wolves around us, "I'm...going to get you." "No! I'm going to kill him!" My nails rip open his arms as I try to break free, "Let me go! Let me go!" "You can't! Kennedy killed him-slit his throat and tore his heart out! And he's still here!" Aiden looks over his shoulder at the house. It looms over us like a nightmare. His words shake me from the rage I feel. I look up at him with wide eyes, and he shakes his head, "I'm sorry, mija. But we need to go. Now!"