Leon S. Kennedy Novels & Stories

Rhea's lips were bleeding and her face was rough and red. Kennedy didn't look any better. Below both his eyes were swollen and dark purple. He was also bleeding from his nose. He and Rhea's hands were tied or cuffed but they just sat there quietly. Leo, who had walked in before me, went to one of the men standing around and took a gun from him. The man also had a black eye like Kennedy. Leo came to me and made me hold the gun he took from the man, not forcefully though, he just put the gun in my hand and I knew not to let it drop to the ground.

Kennedy was known to follow through with his actions. If he said he wanted Jacob's life, he wouldn't hesitate. Jacob was terrified beyond belief, nodding frantically and not daring to entertain any other thoughts. Kennedy glared at him coldly before instructing Brianna to escort Leah back to her room. Afterward, he dismissed Brianna and had a private conversation with Leah. "Do you have nothing to say to me after I flaunted authority in your house?" Logically, as an outsider, Kennedy shouldn't interfere in Severin's matters. However, Leah's injury had provoked his anger, compelling him to intervene and not stand by while she was being bullied.

Leonardo pressed, "What's going on?" "Why aren't you talking?" Leonardo continued to ask. "Madelyn has advanced brain cancer," Kennedy finally said. "She's in a coma post-surgery." Leonardo was stunned. "Why am I just hearing about this? Take me to the hospital, now!" "Grandpa, she didn't want to worry you," Kennedy assured him. "She's getting the best care. There's no need to worry." Unknown to many, Leonardo Monet was actually part of the Johnson family. He had taken up the surname Monet to forge his own path, away from the shadow of his family's legacy, leaving few aware of his connection to Kennedy as his grandfather.

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

What she did not expect was Leo popping his head in like a lost puppy. He kept badgering Capri about having his number and for her to call or text him. After a while and not giving up she finally sent a message. Hey! Without a name or a reason. She has no idea what to say and did not know why Leo was so Adamant about her calling him. His response was almost instantaneous, what he had to say she had no words for.

The funeral that we arranged for Mrs. Kennedy had little attendance. I thought about talking to Lauren about her relatives and family friends, but she wasn’t saying anything. The day doctors informed us about the death of her mum, she stopped talking to me or anyone. Her friend Selena tried to talk to her, asked her so many questions, attempted to feed her food, and sought her attention by saying she was dating someone, but Lauren didn’t respond.

"He wants me to tell you that he is glad you have me." Damien looked at him. He did not speak for a moment. "Tell him.." He stopped. "Tell him I will take care of you." "He knows," Lennon said. The press conference was arranged in three hours. Senator Kessler's office. A podium, a room of press, the cameras that came when a senator called one. Lennon watched it on Roman's laptop in the hospital corridor. His father walked in alone. He stood at the podium. He looked at the room, then he looked at the camera. He spoke with no notes and no prepared statement because he had decided that notes were a kind of management and he was done managing.

A trail of bodies and pools of blood remain everywhere this man is spotted. No one goes to Mr Sydney’s side even when he falls on the floor and pales out. He is a cruel bigot, but what a way to die. “Sir Leonard.” Brad mumbles with a shaky voice when he reaches us. Six-five feet tall, I am five-four but I feel like an ant compared to him. Just looking at him is straining my neck. He ignores Brad and hoovers above me. “Lady Maloy.” I look up at the mysterious dark piercing eyes and frown. Shit! That may just get me killed. Lady? I have no title as far as I know.

When I was done with him, he would sober up real quick. Leon stepped out of the shadows near the far wall, his expression neutral and professional. He gave me a small nod of acknowledgment. Two of his men stood nearby, silent and watchful, making sure Kennedy didn’t go anywhere. Kennedy’s eyes widened when he saw me approaching. For a second, there was confusion on his face—like he was trying to place who I was, trying to figure out why I was here. Then recognition dawned, and with it came a flash of something that might have been fear.

"Playing hard to get, huh?" "Bastard?! What do you want? Don't beat around the bush, just say what you want!" The man didn't seem bothered at all, even though Aslan had yelled and cursed at him. If anything, he looked mesmerized. What a lunatic! "For years, the second son of the famous Kennedy family was hidden away. Some people even thought that he never existed and that it was just a rumor. But it turns out that he really did exist. It seems you have a problem with your body, huh?”