Leon Kennedy Novels & Stories

She sealed the broken edge as best she could with her free hand and prepared to move the moment a lane opened. Kennedy reached the storage doorway in a low, uneven rush. His left arm hung completely dead. Blood had soaked through every layer of bandage and was running freely down his wrist. His face in the strobing light of the remaining muzzle flashes was the color of paper, but his eyes were clear and absolute. He dropped to one knee beside her, fired once more into the main room to keep the nearest operator down, and spoke without looking away from the threat. “Can you walk?” “Not well.”

Before Kennedy’s body could fully sink into the chair, a voice called out, “Mr. Lice.” He turned to see a striking man standing a few feet away. His posture was impeccably poised, almost intimidating, his demeanor calm and measured. There was no mistaking him—Gerald Cole, the reputable personal assistant to Alexander Hudson. Kennedy had seen him only a handful of times before, always from a distance, usually at events where he attended and spoke on behalf of his boss. Seeing Gerald Cole was as good as seeing Alexander Hudson himself. The man was his boss’s eyes, ears, and voice.

Julie demanded. Leo shook his head. This time Lance provided video footage of Kennedy's illegal experiments. In one of the videos, Kennedy fed something to a dead dog. The dog woke up briefly, and it looked feral. It was about to attack Kennedy, but fell back dead after a moment. In the next video, he was also seen injecting the same liquid to living people, who are also his patients.

" Kennedy says as I heave a sigh of relief. But it comes right back when he says. "Well for now. I just wanted you to be aware first. I mean I should have called the cops on her. She committed murder on two innocent women and with one of them being my fiance." Kennedy said and finally it hits harder realising that Lilly was actually dead. I swallowed hard waiting for Kennedy to finish his words. "It was difficult." He said coldly.

As she approached, their voices became clearer. "I do not endorse such a decision," Ronald fumed. "You think I wasn't in school when I gave birth to my first child? Huh? How did you think I started out young? Or should I start losing hope in my favorite grandchild?" "You know that's not going to happen," Donovan assured him. "Then be the powerful man that I see you becoming. Don't disappoint me now. You're a born leader. Do not make me doubt the possibility of you becoming the Godfather of our frat when you get to my age. Because I see you taking over from me."

He trades a look between Lily and Dawn, seeing how they look so alike and also, so different. I retreat inside once more, grabbing my sweet Jax, and bouncing him gently in my arms as I sit back down on the porch to join the others. Kennedy seems enthused at the sight of Jax the most, I can see his eyes light up as I brush his little black hairs back off his pale forehead. He strikes a damning resemblance to his father, no doubts there. “A son, that’s perfect!” King Kennedy is overjoyed, gently bouncing Lily on his lap. “He will one day take over my pack!”

Kylynn yells. “YOU WEREN’T SUSPOSSED TO BE THE ONE WALKING INTO THE KITCHEN.” Lance yells back. “I think riding that crotch rocket all the time has fried his brain. He has been breathing in to much air pollution or something.” Tianya comments. “I do not ride a crotch rocket; that is just fucking insulting. My baby is a Harley.” Lance points out.

(Donathan) Donathan were the Kennedy household neighbour and when he saw Kennedy were outside, with their mutual friend, he too stepped out and joined in, in the conversation, this was an hot news that is paired with the Aeternum News that were already considered hot. Surely they can figured out what is going on with a lot of this tidbits of information.

Now, he only had to wait for the last news. After half an hour, Samson returned to the office. He took a deep breath and said with a smile, “Boss, it’s done. Now, the whole Kennedy family is sitting on pins and needles. The head of the Kennedy family, Lambert Kennedy, was so scared that he even locked himself up in the bedroom and dared not come out.” Thomas said, “Make sure that they will come to apologize in two days.” “Of course,” Samson said, “The current Lambert wishes he can come to apologize immediately.”