Novelas y relatos de Off Campus Elle Kennedy

It is like Christmas to us. From Ken conversation to Daphne, he said he doesn't celebrate it in their town, which got me wondering. He suddenly appeared for the first time, and he became close to Daphne. This doesn't make sense. A new message came in. I tapped on it. "There are some guest names who were invited but taken off the list. Kennedy Carter might be part of those invited guests. His uncle lives in Louisville and he is on a visit. I don't know why the guest list was tampered with or the aim, because it doesn't look like something we should be bothered about. I will look for the real guest list and send it to you."

The coward was trying to flee to the land of secret bank accounts and untraceable footprints. She didn't reply via email. That was too distant. Too merciful. She stood up, smoothed the invisible wrinkles of her ivory blazer, and walked across the hall. This time, she didn't just push the door open; she kicked it. The heavy wood slammed against the stopper with a crack that sounded like a gunshot. Kennedy was at his desk, his hand hovering over a shredder. He jumped, his entire body jerking as if he’d been electrocuted.

Palmer, heading to a city hundreds of miles away. On my phone, there were several late-night texts from Daniel detailing the new wedding arrangements. I turned off my phone without responding. I was finally flying toward my own future.

“You really don't forgive at all do you?” “I don't forget,” I corrected him. “They are two different things.” “I should go now,” I said as I started standing up. “I have to finish things in my office.” He tried to say something but I did not even give him the chance to, I just stood up and left. By the time I was standing up I saw Kennedy standing at one of the cafeteras with a coffee in his hand Kennedy Reilly never came down for his coffee, it was always given to him by his secretary. I looked away at first and then worked.

“I want you two to tell me the truth. And nothing but the truth.” Alecia blinked. “What are you saying?” Kennedy’s shoulders stiffened. “Truth about what?” “About Kyoto,” Liv said, her tone sharp, cutting through the stale air. “Why you traveled there so urgently, like someone was chasing you guys.” Kennedy’s gaze flicked briefly to Alecia, then back to Liv. “Vacation,” she said smoothly. “To cool off, you know? Get away. De-stress.” Liv turned her eyes on Alecia, unblinking. “Is that true?”

CORRIE "I need to use the restroom." I whispered over to Penny's sister as I left the front and trailed down the corner of the crowd and towards the back to see that Kennedy wasn't there anymore. I had a look around until I saw Irene in a purple short gown. "Where is he?" I said walking up to her.

My father slides the sage green folder down the shiny dining room table, it lands at my fingertips. Do I even want to see what is in the folder? I take it and open it. My jaw falls open when I see black and white images of Kenna back when we were students. I pick up a photo that has been clearly blown up. In it she is wearing her hair in a high ponytail with a baseball cap on her head, our college logo on it. She’s wearing a black, long sleeve baseball type top and skinny black jeans. On her feet she is wearing her Converse sneakers that she never took off unless we were going out to a nightclub or something.

And as he did, the single detail he'd been trying to block out all day began to circle in his mind. Kennedy claimed to be staying in Eden's Ridge. After ten years of globetrotting, seeing and doing God knew what, she was coming home. But how long would that last? Was this just until she and her sisters sorted things with Ari and their inheritance? Would she be gone again as soon as the family situation was stable, or was she truly back in the Ridge to stay? After a decade of broader world experiences, could she possibly be satisfied by a life here?

Later, Kennedy slipped away to the restroom to ease the awkwardness. Upon exiting, she unexpectedly encountered a familiar face in the hallway outside the restroom. Kennedy's steps halted as he looked at the young girl ahead, her face etched with sorrow. She wasn't exactly someone he knew well—they'd only met once before at the hospital. This was Ivy, Emilia's daughter. When she had gone to the hospital to terminate her pregnancy last time, she had encountered Emilia. Had it not been for her daughter's situation, Emilia would likely have made her own circumstances public long ago.

“Won’t happen again, Coach.” Outside, I clapped Maddox on the shoulder hard. “See you at the house, roommate.” I said, but he shrugged me off like I was diseased. Back at the show house that evening, the place was loud with people trying to suck up to the new blood. I grabbed a beer from the fridge and leaned against the counter, watching the circus. Connie was in the kitchen area, laughing at something Hori said, but her eyes kept darting upstairs. Nervous.