Killing Kennedy Novels & Stories

I should embrace myself for the possibility of dying in the next few minutes but I can't because I don't want to die. I sighed and a tear dropped down my cheek simultaneously. Kennedy was finally standing. He didn't take long to make a decision, he pointed the gun at me the second he could. I closed my eyes to prepare myself to receive a bullet but it didn't come. I could only hear the clicking sounds of an empty gun. I opened my eyes and saw Kennedy checking the gun for bullets. He checked and saw that there wasn't any in the gun so he looked at Leo. The moment he did, he got shot by Leo himself. The sound of the bullet leaving Leo's gun shook me.

'But I can confidently assure the entire wolf kingdom that justice will be served and, my co-council members and I will not disappoint you,' he said. A press member raised his hand in the audience and the president nodded at him to go on. 'Please I will want to ask if the person who killed the former vice president has been found,' the pressman asked and that caused a buzz in the hall as everyone started talking at once. 'Silence please,' a guard shouted and there was immediate silence in the hall. 'No one killed the former vice president. He hung himself in his cell room. Investigation showed that there was no fowl play in his death,' the president answered.

I bite her wrist with the blade before ripping her throat. A few days later... I'd fallen asleep with the twins cuddled between me and Kennedy while Skylar was cuddled at Kennedy's back. We came in their room after learning the truth behind why Rose was killed and why Kennedy kept reminding us of her. Rose was Kennedy's little sister, saved by Skylar's parents I their mother's final moments alive. I could feel the mixed emotions that radiated off both Kennedy and Skylar when Kennedy came to realize the real reason Rose was slain the way she was.

The Loudspeakers then gave out our 'Autopsy Report'. "Contestant Ceáser Balad. Status: Deceased. Time of his death: 11:45 PM. Cause of his death: Blood Loss Caused by a Fatal Stab Wound. Based on these facts, you may collect alibis and prepare for his...trial." Was the information given out by the Loudspeaker, before shutting off. I hurried to write down the file information, while everyone else looked among themselves and ate.

My father, distracted at work, fell from a high structure and died on the spot. My mother, unable to endure the loss, drank poison in front of our graves. Timothy never found out the truth about his parents' deaths. With the support from Rachel's parents, he built his own company, staying together in love with Rachel for the rest of his life. Fragment after fragment drifted past me, until finally, I saw the very same floating comment that had once warned me about the poisoned test paper. However, there was no malice in it. Only warmth. [Congratulations, Jessie Love. You've escaped your destined death. From now on, live well.]

She wasn't just an assassin. She was a nuke. "You want to hit the armory?" "Tonight?" "Why wait?" Arielle asked. "You purged the spies." "Kaelen is blind right now." "He doesn't know we know." "Let's hit him while he's deaf and dumb." Lycian grinned. A wolfish, savage grin. He liked this plan. He liked her. "Prepare the jet," he said into his comms. "Combat loadout." "We're going hunting."

Jim said to Iryna. "Christ," Iryna put her head in her hands. "They even had the guts to wipe out an entire FBI facility, it shows that they are not mere men," Selena told them. Jim sighed and clasped his hand. "Who killed Kynes again?" Jim asked. "Reynold, the single shot to the head. It was impressive for an amateur from over thirty meters," Selena said. "Nasty mother fucker, never like Kynes anyway," Jim rolled over the matter.

The massive LED screen at the front of the ballroom lit up. Every second of Kenny and Lincoln’s meeting on the yacht at the Hudson Yacht Club. The $500,000 cash being counted out of Kenny’s Goyard briefcase. The audio of Kenny directing Lincoln to tear the Moretti Family apart. And the footage from this afternoon at Weill Cornell, the man in the white coat trying to kill Lincoln with medical-grade fentanyl. Not a single cut. Kenny went chalk-white. His mouth moved, but nothing came out. That was when the carved oak doors of the Grand Ballroom swung open.

⸻ The case dies fast. Evidence goes missing. CCTV cameras malfunction. Witnesses recant statements they never officially made. Elena is called into a meeting forty-eight hours later with two superiors who speak in careful, rehearsed phrases. “There are bigger pressures at play,” one of them says. “You need to let this breathe,” the other adds. “My partner was executed,” Elena replies flatly. “And if you push this the wrong way,” the first man says quietly, “you’ll join her.” The threat is polite. Clear.

I frowned, about to hang up. But as if she knew what I was thinking, she continued talking. "I just accidentally saw his phone. From his chat history with his friends, he knew from the very beginning that it was my parents who came that day, not yours. He deliberately didn't say anything and led me step by step to believe they were your family. He told his friends my parents were 'obstacles,' the biggest barrier to taking over my assets. So I was the one who handed him the knife, and even helped him kill the people closest to me." Her voice suddenly carried a chilling, light laugh. "I just wanted you to know the truth, even though I have no right to ask for your forgiveness anymore. Ezekiel,