Leon Kennedy Re4 Remake Novels & Stories

She picked it up and groaned when seeing it was a message from Kennedy. She opened it. [Ms. Romero, there’s a problem.] Her eyes narrowed at the message and she placed her cup down, using both hands to type a response. [What is it, Kennedy?] A few seconds p*ssed before Kennedy replied. [Earlier this week, you had requested I do a background check on Mr. Reeds, well I did…] Reeds, Stuart Reeds. Seeing the name made Leonica swallow hard, all seriousness being stirred up by the eerie feeling she had been feeling all morning.

The memory faded. Back to the present. Riley showed up while I was fixing Jordan's collar. She stormed straight in, her heels clicking sharp and grating against the floor. She'd ditched the glasses by now, shed all that small-town plainness—dressed to kill, every detail polished. But as a photographer, I could see the exhaustion caked under all that heavy foundation. Her eyes landed on my hands—the ones currently undoing Jordan's shirt buttons. It was for a shoot. Ad campaign. Cold, restrained aesthetic.

I was the ruler here, just like Damian. Caleb's face drained of all color. He looked down at the moonstone necklace clutched in his hand, the so-called “promise necklace” he thought he'd given me. Inside, there was an intricate inscription: "To my Luna, forever yours. —D" He finally understood. This necklace was nothing like the one he'd given away. "No…" Caleb's voice was hoarse. "This isn't real…" He tried to stand, but his knees felt like lead.

Kennedy cleared his throat getting right down to business. "For someone who has black mail against them.." Kennedy slurred, reaching down to get a glass of wine himself as he takes a sip. His eyes trailed back to me with his eyes darting straight at me. "You sure do take your time Mimi Remington." There it was, the aura of playfulness completely disappeared leaving a tense eerie one.

I said. “Do not tell him by phone,” she said. “Someone needs to go in person. Today.” “Yes,” I said. “I will go,” she said. I said nothing for a moment. “Selene,” I said. “Cole,” she said. “Take Damien,” I said. “Obviously,” she said. She ended the call. I looked at Aldene Marsh. “The Luna is going in,” I said. Marsh looked at the documents. “She is going to want to see him,” she said. “Vorn. In person.”

“You always come back.” “No.” The word shocked me with how small it felt and how enormous it sounded. Jonah’s fingers brushed my shoulder in a gesture that was all protection and no theatrics. “Not this time.” Barry’s hand moved faster than either of us expected. It darted for the phone on the side table, that tether he used to keep the leash tight. He grabbed it, and in that motion Jonah reached for him. The room erupted—furniture scraping, a lamp toppling, the neighbor’s kettle away with a clatter.

Ada Steele:- The packhouse courtyard was shrouded by the night sky, with stars shining above the sea of jubilation. Golden lanterns dangled at long poles, and then flared in warm glances about the muster-pack. All was clothed in magnificence. Silk-draped tables. Flower-laced pillars. And right at the center of it all, the platform, on which the Luna of the future Alpha was to be presented. That Luna was me.

Something passed between the brothers that I couldn’t fully read — the particular compressed communication of people who had been reading each other for decades and could convey complex things in a look. Then Kennedy said, quietly: “Leon. Don’t.” Leon said nothing. “I know what you’re thinking,” Kennedy said. “I know the conclusion you’ve reached. I’m telling you—” He stopped. Looked at the ground briefly, which was the most unguarded gesture I’d seen from him. “I’m telling you there may be another way.” “May be,” Leon said. “I’ve been working on it for two years,” Kennedy said. “Since I found Asha myself. Since I understood what the reversal required and decided I wasn’t going to—” He stopp

I walked to my room and plopped down on my bed, waiting for Keyla to finish. Of course, I saw the pictures. Kennedy's body is insane. Probably most of it was done with surgery. Big boobs, big ass, slim waist. She probably used Kim K’s surgent. Those plump lips and small nose. The only thing natural about her are her eyes, which I must admit were kind of beautiful. Bright blue eyes that stared right at the lens.

It would hurt her deeply to sideline them with the rest of the court by leaving without telling them. She needed to speak to Rhode about their plans. How was it going to unfold? She knew she was allowed to remarry but when exactly would she reveal her intention to the priest? Would Rhode be there? She had all these questions running through her head and it was making her dizzy. “Luna!” Her ladies, Rosetta and Brianna rushed into her room. “Good morning, ladies. Why the ruckus?” Megan said as she sat up on her bed. “You don’t look well, Luna. Are you ill? Should I send for-..”