Leon Kennedy Novels & Stories

he called out to her. Ivana merely rolled her eyes. “What? Teach me how to fold diapers?” She retorted. “We have more serious things to look into, Gilbert. We don't have time to look at some stupid website that looks like it was made in the 1980’s,” Ivana snapped. Gilbert sighed, not giving her a response. I quietly sat, watching him input ‘Kennedy Knight’ on the website. To my surprise, Kennedy's childhood pictures showed up. There was lots of information about him that I was tinned for seconds.

A mass of blonde hair sat atop a tall, imposing figure. “Ruby, please leave. I’ll come to you later,” Clinton said, but I barely heard him. The blonde man turned toward me, causing my body to freeze in shock. Kael fucking Leonard. What was he doing here? Was this the reason both the Gamma and Beta had refused me entry? “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my lovely mate,” Kael sang with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting so long for you. Come here, love. I’ve come to take you home.”

Kennedy sets his son down and tugs off his overcoat, "With some clothes on, young lad. You have plenty of time ahead of you to show off to all the ladies." Eamonn grins widely as he shrugs on his father's coat. They all continue out of the room as he rambles on, "She's short and has white hair" I bend down to Iphigenia and the room disappears. We are back in the darkness, but a young, black stallion stands beside us. It stomps its hoof and upsets the black water under our feet. "Hekate," I murmur, "Leon-Orion-is Kennedy's brother-"

Jason? The man before us was not what I was expecting. Truth was, during the drive I’d painted a picture in my mind. I expected a pudgy guy with a friendly face and glasses who spent all of his time locked up in a dark, soundproofed room. He’d be pale as the only light he saw was from the computer monitors he stared at daily. “You’re early, Six.” He stood and held out his hand. Jason, handler to the CIA’s secret assassin squad, was the opposite of that. First, he was black. Second, he was gorgeous—tall, lean, with bright eyes and a brilliant smile. He stood out.

Kennedy didn't care much about what he did as long as he got the money. This gym was one of the few places where he hired his bodyguards. Leto and Celeste were different stories because Kennedy didn't recruit them from the gym. Every month, Kennedy would recruit one person from the illegal fights as long as the man agreed to the job. Then, the rest would come along nicely. From what Celeste had heard, Kennedy had found one man for this month.

They didn’t know that Marky is the part-owner of the leading bar and restaurant named The Bro’s here and Country H. He was just here to visit his Auntie who was the owner of this stall, Ms. Kennedy is his father’s younger sister. She is close to him, closer than his mother. We can say that she is his best friend. Marky lives a life of a rich kid, it is because Mr. Kennedy his father provided everything they needed. Ms. Lumia Kennedey (Ms. Kennedy’s Fullname) chose to live a life of a simple citizen.

There was speculation that Herber discovered that Kennedy had an affair with both men and was going to divorce her right before his unfortunate accident. “Why didn’t he cut her from his will too?” I ask. Declan smiles. “Good question, April. Well, apparently, Kennedy had an airtight prenuptial and was looking into widdling out of it without losing the majority of his fortune. Regrettably, he died, and Mrs. Lynch got the bulk of his fortune and moved it into several diverse accounts as soon as the check cleared. I was able to trace the majority of the money minus a specific amount, which, when added up, equals what both Waltman cousins and Hansen received.”

' "I know you're going to leave me soon. But I need to find a place to sit. Oh! I will sit at the bar there." Chloe nodded and rushed to Leonard to hug him as she saw him come in. She has been looking around for him but haven't seen him. But she knew he's coming since he relocated here. Michael stood up and walked to Kimberly. She did expect him already. The Playboy! "Kimberly." He called with his deep baritone voice. Gosh! His voice can scare little children. "What is it, Michael?" She didn't face him instead, she took the wine the bartender provided for her.

I grabbed the glass of water. “Gentleman, my ass. I apologize for my choice of words, Father, Mother. How long has it been since Kennedy back? Did he take her on a date? Or tour around? Or even brought her a cheap flower? None.” I swallowed hard. “That won’t be necessary.” “Oh, please, Kennedy. He’s been an ass. I know he has a pretty tight schedule lately, but spending a little time with you won’t kill him.”

'' I say before turning to look at the television on the wall, seeing my picture on the news. ''The well-known billionaire and CEO, Aidan Gabriel Ashton will soon end his title as one of the hottest bachelor. Recently proposed to his best friend, Kenna Anne Roosevelt, daughter of John and Julia Roosevelt—heiress of J&J Finance. Rumours have been confirmed, Aidan had proposed during her work hours, at the hospital as she is also a doctor.'' To my surprise, Kenna's picture is shown beside mine which causes me to turn and look at her, both of her eyes are fixed on the screen.