Leon Kennedy Novels & Stories

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

Leonardo pressed, "What's going on?" "Why aren't you talking?" Leonardo continued to ask. "Madelyn has advanced brain cancer," Kennedy finally said. "She's in a coma post-surgery." Leonardo was stunned. "Why am I just hearing about this? Take me to the hospital, now!" "Grandpa, she didn't want to worry you," Kennedy assured him. "She's getting the best care. There's no need to worry." Unknown to many, Leonardo Monet was actually part of the Johnson family. He had taken up the surname Monet to forge his own path, away from the shadow of his family's legacy, leaving few aware of his connection to Kennedy as his grandfather.

Lionel said, "but I'm not here today to discuss business with a little girl, so we have nothing to talk about." The meaning was obvious, he came to golf to pass his time. Anne did not take what he said to heart, and she did not immediately refute him. Instead, she politely replied, "I'm indeed still young and need more experience. I heard that Mr. Kennedy has twins—a boy and a girl. What a wonderful blessing." Lionel was happy when he heard about his twins, but he said indifferently, "It's nothing!"

Kennedy laughed out loudly before lighting up a cigar. “Well then, Harris Hubert, what are you waiting for? Hurry up and bring her here. I can’t wait!” Kennedy said.

All these exchange didn't escape Kennedy's eyes. "There is a huge secret between them that he doesn't want it revealed.But why is boss just saying his name and not surname.Wait,Adam King, could he be the King's heir.Oh,now I understand why he seems familiar to me,he resembles Justin King,the late patriarch of the King's family",he thought. Kennedy had only seen Justin King once and that was why he couldn't link Justin and Adam together immediately he saw Adam. "Okay then,we will continue our meeting next time", Jacob said and dismissed them.

He looked familiar as well. “You must be Leah.” He smiled, as I stood to attention in front of the sofa. He outstretched his hand as I looked at him confused. “Oh, apologies, where are my manners. I am Jack Carter, Logans father.” I let out a sigh of relief and accepted his hand, shaking it. “Logan is at the office at the moment.” I explained. “I know, I actually came here to see you.” I tilted my head intrigued. “Have you seen the news?”

"Uhm, can I have your ticket?" Kane raised a brow, amusement flickering in his blue eyes. "Ticket?" he repeated, his voice deep, teasing. The redhead—Mona, according to her name tag—bit down on her plump lower lip, her gaze darting everywhere except at him. "Sorry, it's just... you look familiar." That made him chuckle. Oh, really? He tilted his head slightly, his gaze flickering to the large poster plastered beside her booth—a giant picture of himself, fists raised, the underground champion.

The gossiping quietens down even though everyone already knows what the announcements will be. “Thank you all for coming to celebrate and commemorate the life of my and my fated mate’s, Queen Kennedy, son, Prince Maverick. To my unmeasurable sadness we have not been able to retrieve his body yet. We suspect the rogues to have mutilated and hidden his body so that we can not hold a pyre and return his soul to the Moon Goddess,” King Truett’ voice trembles as he visibly fights back tears.

When I was done with him, he would sober up real quick. Leon stepped out of the shadows near the far wall, his expression neutral and professional. He gave me a small nod of acknowledgment. Two of his men stood nearby, silent and watchful, making sure Kennedy didn’t go anywhere. Kennedy’s eyes widened when he saw me approaching. For a second, there was confusion on his face—like he was trying to place who I was, trying to figure out why I was here. Then recognition dawned, and with it came a flash of something that might have been fear.

Harper- My knee bounces nonstop as I sit on the side of the bathtub. “Harper, for the love of the moon goddess stay still” Nina says besides me as we watch the numbers on her phones countdown clock wind down. “I can’t help it” I say feeling a strange mixture of excitement, fear, nausea and I don’t know what else but I can’t help it. Ever since the first time Nixon knotted we’ve been going at it like a couple of jackrabbits in a never ending heat.