Leon Kennedy Older Novels & Stories

God only knows where his mouth has been. “A beautiful wedding reception, great music and a stunning woman like you sitting all alone with alcohol as her only companion is a sore sight for the eyes,” Veronica heard a deep tenor voice behind her after some minutes. She didn’t remember the last time anyone complemented her looks. She smiled internally but she froze when she saw the person who had complimented her was none other than the president of the country himself, Kennedy walters. They had formerly been introduced by Theo and Lloyd. Kennedy has been a widower for the past four years. That was common knowledge and he found Veronica absolutely beautiful and sophisticated. She looked young f

The line was thin. I wasn't particularly interested in the company before, just knowing was enough for me. But now, it was different. I knew Charles Kennedy had a child before he divorced his wife—one of the many scandals he produced in his life, as if he was collecting it like trophies–but I didn't know if there was someone he adopted.

Kennedy, who had been arrogant earlier, shrank on his couch as he watched the lady approach. "Tsk, tsk, you're still a coward after all these years!" the lady scoffed as she sat on the unoccupied couch. "Is this how you speak to your older brother?" Kennedy retorted fiercely. "Pfft," the masked lady chuckled, crossing one leg over the other and teasingly looking at her brother, "Ohh, brother, brother. Don't even get me started." Kennedy sent another harsh look to his younger sister. It wasn't a good thing to be constantly defeated by her. He no longer possesses the strength that comes with being an elder brother.

“You're all hiding something from me. Unless you say it out loud. You'll have to leave my home, this instant.” And that was all it took. I didn't fancy threatening them with their jobs, but this concerned not just my grandfather but me, every single person I hold dear. I needed to confirm if my hunch was right. “Sir…..Sir Kennedy stopped by earlier today,” another spoke up. “And?” I raised a brow. “He had a conversation with elder Mr. Knight. I didn't get to hear what he said…The old man called us all after he left and made us promise not to tell you of Kennedy. He fell shortly after that…..”

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-"

She recalled that he was Caelan's elder cousin, the oldest member of their generation—Byron Fitzgerald. Kennedy had two sons and a daughter, and Byron was the son of Kennedy's eldest son. Byron was known for his carefree playboy lifestyle. In her previous life, Jade had limited interactions with him, so her impression of him wasn't much to go on. "Hey, I'm talking to you. Cat got your tongue?" Byron thought Jade was dumbstruck by the intimidating wolfhound. Jade came back to her senses and grinned at Byron. "I'm Jade Severin and I’m here to change Mr. Kennedy's bandages."

Lennon was taken aback. Out of all the brothers, Lennon respected Chad, his elder brother, the most. Chad was eight years older than Lennon and had taken very good care of the latter. Although Chad was no longer alive, Lennon still took good care of Nadine and Carlene. Otherwise, there was no way Nadine could have come to manage Fowler House. “Why do you ask, Naddy?” Lennon asked in confusion.

From what I know, Kennedy has another old brother and they are not on good terms. Their father is testing both of them, but my husband Kennedy has a greater chance against his older brother. He is better at leading people and he never failed any mission since he started being a mafia member. “Okay brief me about the mission,” I answered him directly to the point. “ You can back out if you think that it will be hard for you. I can do this on my own if you want to withdraw.” He said, still looking bothered. "No, I will come with you. You need me to monitor you and I will protect you from danger. You need a skilled doctor if you want to go to war " I replied with a huge smile to stop him from w

Helpless and pitiful, he repeatedly mumbled, "Sorry, Bella. Sorry…" But he had nothing to be sorry about. His older self might see me as a wretched woman, but his younger self loved no one but me. Younger Evan did not betray our love. He only had eyes for me. Tessa Johnston arrived soon. She performed a checkup for Hannah with a scowl. Finally, she turned to me before resting her eyes on Evan and Hannah. "Evan, I have to break this to you. Ms. Dixon is pregnant." His face lit up with joy, but he quickly wiped off that happy expression when he realized I was still there.

But instead, the old man had walked in with that slow, careful stride and a voice still as persuasive as ever. Kennedy was shocked; everyone back home thought he was dead. And the wide-eyed look the old man gave him was enough testament to that, but he made no effort to explain himself. Why wasn’t Jace at his own company’s negotiation meeting? This was the question that echoed in Kyrell’s mind. He had once respected Kennedy Bellamy. Hell, he had learned most of his business strategies by observing him from afar. But the difference between father and son couldn’t have been more obvious. Kennedy had a gentle but firm hand. Jace had only ever known and used power as a weapon.