Novel & Cerita Leon Kennedy Fanfiction

His grip on me tightened slightly as if grounding himself. “I swear, I'll have you all arrested if you don't tell me who is behind this barbaric act” Then Leonard’s voice finally broke, sounding terrified. “It… it was them,” he stammered. “I mean… us.” “Kennedy asked us to do it… she’s his wife, but Brenda…his fiancée.. said she should be punished.” Zane slowly, he lifted his head. “I don’t understand,” he said quietly. “What kind of man has a wife and a fiancée at the same time?”

Ryder rolls his eyes, but I catch the smile he tries to hide as he walks toward Selene and Thor. “Bye!” I call after him, making it clear I expect acknowledgment. He just waves a hand without turning around. Selene opens a portal and the three of them step through. Kennedy and I are left alone. “That kid is a pain in the ass,” I grumble. “He makes up for it by being funny,” she shrugs, stepping in and sliding her arms around my waist. I grin, hands going straight to her ass. “Yes we are.” “Maybe we should find a way to kill some time,” Kennedy murmurs. My mouth finds hers before she can finish her next thought. Time? Yeah—we’re about to kill it very thoroughly.

“I thought you were just being a smart-mouthed bitch when you called us Daddy, but you like it, don’t you?” My heart is racing, hammering in my chest at being discovered. Kennedy’s dick throbs in my mouth and he swears under his breath, and I know for all his trying to be sensible and sane and professional, he’s as fucked up as the rest of us. “Fuck,” Riven groans. “Your tight little cunt is going to be the fucking death of the both of us.” I don’t recognise the Kennedy that takes hold of my neck and tips my head back until I retch on his dick, but I love him.

He smiles at our reflection. Kennedy fans herself dramatically and pretends to faint. We chuckle and watch her stand up. "I'm just gonna disappear. Don't wanna intrude.." she winks at me and run out of the room. "Am I the only one who thinks she knows too much for her age ?" I ask Gray and furrow my brows at his reflection. " Me too.." he chuckles and kiss my hair. " Gray I'm still angry at you.." I whine. "I know." He whispers and zip the hoodie I'm wearing down so my cleavages would be in sight. He knows I'm not wearing a bra.

I hold onto one thing: I'm alive. Kennedy pulls the tape from my eyes and I cry out. I focus on Kennedy as my eyes adjust to the bright light of the room. He's wearing a short-sleeved black T-shirt. The front is wet from the bath water. His white teeth gleam in the light. "Always thought you had nice tits. Be a shame to let those go to waste before Estephon kills you." "Fuck you," I growl. If I die—I pray I take Kennedy with me.

Killian, “If you really want to keep her in the family then let Kennedy or even you marry her. It doesn’t have to be me.” My father actually rolled his eyes then he waved at me dismissively when I mentioned my younger brother. Kennedy was more of a playboy than I am. He liked to go out, party and fuck. That is all he does. And that is why I think no I know he will be perfect for Nora. They are the same person but in different genders.

I almost laughed at how focused she was as she listened to me. “Okay so let me take things back,” I began and narrated how I was drunk and almost kissed Laken. “Wait a minute! All of that happened in this room?” Kennedy’s eyes shone in disbelief. “Yep!” I nodded and continued my explanation. I told them everything that happened up until we made out. “So what’s the plan now?” Phoebe asked. “What do you mean?” “It’s obvious Laken likes you, and Yolanda is in the picture. There’s no way she’d let you be with him,” She shook her head.

“You’re predictable, Ronan. That’s what I’ve always admired about you. Wave your wife’s name in front of you, and you’ll walk right into hell without asking why.” My grip tightened on the gun. “Where is she?” I roared, my voice shaking with fury. Kennedy chuckled, his voice carrying across the rafters. “Safe. For now. Safer than you’re about to be, at least.” Brandon stepped forward, his gun drawn too. “You’re making a mistake, Kennedy. You think this is power? Don't you think playing these nasty tricks is old and pathetic?" Kennedy ignored him, his attention fully on me. “I wanted to see your face when you realized. That hope in your eyes turning to despair. Beautiful, isn’t it?”

Kennedy lay on the ground, sarcastically remarking, "I heard you got divorced today. And you wasted no time cozying up to your mistress right after. You're such a fool, Mr. Greer." Winston frowned, but Kennedy smiled and scoffed. Then, Winston retracted his foot and pulled Kennedy up. Kennedy exclaimed angrily, "What's so great about Joanna? She's literally a bitch. Winston, can't you see the truth? You're simply a fool for liking a bitch like Joanna!" Winston narrowed his eyes and listened to Kennedy's reprimand. "Stop talking trash about Joanna." "Why can't I trash-talk her? You're the only one who treats her like treasure. Winston, she's such a liar!"

Yet Leonica hadn’t done it and was taking the brunt of the entire matter. Was she trying to protect Gabriel? Because she still had lingering feeling for him after their failed marriage? Kennedy silently snickered at the thought. Impossible. He may not have been present during the years of their marriage, but from all the articles he had read, Gabriel seemed like a pretty sh*tty husband and father to their once unborn son.