Leon S. Kennedy Novels & Stories

“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.

taking out five dollars in ones I reach out to hand them to him only for him to shack his head no. "What's your name" he asks catching me off guard, here I thought this Adonis of a man was just going to ignore me while we waited. "Harper, Harper Lewis" I hate my name with a passion, I still to this day have no idea why my mom named me Harper. I reach my hand out for him to shake and ask him what his name is. "Nixon Marsh" he shakes my hand and I feel sparks as if he was electrically charged and I pull my hand away quickly.

A mass of blonde hair sat atop a tall, imposing figure. “Ruby, please leave. I’ll come to you later,” Clinton said, but I barely heard him. The blonde man turned toward me, causing my body to freeze in shock. Kael fucking Leonard. What was he doing here? Was this the reason both the Gamma and Beta had refused me entry? “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my lovely mate,” Kael sang with a smirk. “I’ve been waiting so long for you. Come here, love. I’ve come to take you home.”