Leon Kennedy Older Novels & Stories

Edward's grandparents were still alive, and they were the reason Sally and Edith could even attend Lisbeth's birthday party. The Kenways and the Kennedys had been friends for generations, but as the Kennedys declined and the Kenways rose, the younger generations had grown distant. Edward had even complained about Soren stealing his business. It wasn't a conversation I could easily join, so I just listened.

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.

They were my father’s parents, my grandparents. The third portrait next to Nelson was Stanley Evans, Quinn’s father and the third Alpha. The last portrait was a picture of Kennedy Evans, Quinn’s older brother. I couldn’t help but wonder how things would turn out if Kennedy was still alive. He was a great man and my older brother’s best friend. He has all the quality of an Alpha. It was a tragedy how we lost such an amazing leader. As I walked down the hallway, I spotted Anna, one of the maids. “Excuse me, do you know where Quinn is?”

He questioned her. "I don’t know this, Wylder. All I know is that Kennedy had a brother, but I have no idea about his look." "At the same time, don’t stress yourself about thinking about all these things. You are the same Wylder for me that Dad brought home." Sophia repeated herself, but Wylder shook his head.

"But I saw something; I don’t know if you want to watch it." "No, not now! I have seen enough." Kennedy’s blood rushed to his head; he was furious with Gray. The old man had suffered a heart attack after seeing how his dear granddaughter died. Kennedy left, leaving Gray speechless. Gray had been about to share the most exciting news, but somehow Kennedy wasn't even interested.

“Honey, I am so sorry. You shouldn’t have had to do that on your own.” “I wasn’t alone. Taylor and the twins were here. They helped me,” Jackson admits. Elizabeth sits on my bed, a hand on Jackson’s and one brushing Carter’s blue cap. Jackson continues, “Kennedy passed away about 7:30 tonight. I asked for her organs to be harvested, hoping to help others. Kennedy would have wanted it that way.” The sight of tears in Jackson’s eyes cripple me. I cannot stand to see him relive this entire day. I know letting out his emotions, talking about it, and having loved ones near will help us mourn. It hurts; the pain is still fresh.

Although it’s comforting, by now, shouldn’t he be filling me in on the things I’ve forgotten? He’s said we were never really close when we were kids, and that I was supposedly dead at the age of twelve. But I find it odd that he doesn’t talk about our family—our mom and dad—or how he knows Emmette. And when he does, it’s barely enough. I shake my head, ridding myself of those thoughts, but this is what I’m talking about. It’s always quiet between us. “How’s your divorce proceeding going?” Kennedy muttered, and immediately, I let go of my utensils in frustration.

Jennings held her younger sister's hand and said, "Don't be too sad. Natalie has never once listened to us when it came to marriage, too." "How could you compare them? Natalie is so great! If Leah is as great as Natalie, we would not be so worried about her. Even if she hadn't told us that she wanted to remain single for the rest of her life, we would not have cared!" Mrs. Kennedy said aggrievedly. "There seems to be something going on between her and the Fosters' bodyguard. You don't know how rough he was! He knew who I was, yet he still shoved me to the ground in public. If Leah dares marry him, I… I won't want to live anymore!"

Willing to sacrifice happiness to move to a higher station in life. Is that what I want though? Father has never hidden the fact that he was very happy with Kennedy. That she was the love of his life. But he was too young to remain a widower. He needed a she wolf at his side. One that could help him raise his son. My mother was there for him. But I’ve never seen them truly happy with each other.

Leo murmured, realizing that they couldn't get anything else from the old man. They turned to leave, when they noticed a picture hanging on the opposite wall. "Is that, Dr. Kennedy?" Noah asked with confusion. Esme glanced at the old man. "Why is his photo hanging here?" she demanded. The old man looked reluctant to share the details. "Its either you tell us or we won't hesitate to snap his head off" Leo threatened. The old man bristled at his tone. "No, don't. He is my grandson. I remarried after I left Julie's mother. I had a son with her. Kennedy is my grandson" he shared.