Off Campus Elle Kennedy Novels & Stories

"General Kenneth, I don't have the right to be dissatisfied with anyone, I'm just thinking why she has to leave suddenly, she's alone, she doesn't know where to go." Deon nKenneth finished speaking faintly, but there was anxiety between his eyebrows that he couldn't hide. "She will definitely stay in the county shrine*.

•still 5 years old• ——*Kennedi’s POV*—— I was so excited to be going to the green apple with Elias. Florence is always right, so I guess I shouldn’t have been that shocked. I went upstairs to pack my dresses and all the trendiest things. I asked Florence how’s the weather in New York & she said it would be sort of cold, so I grabbed jeans just in case. I got my suitcase and grabbed all my essentials. I went back down stairs to Elias.

Making Kennedy out to be some kind of victim. The segment continued, showing more photos—old ones of Kennedy and me at various events, looking like the perfect couple. Newer ones of Orion at business functions, looking powerful and successful. They even had some "relationship expert" on now, some woman I'd never heard of, speculating about my motivations and my character and my supposed affair.

For a moment, he just stood there, holding the phone, a small smile tugging at his lips. Maybe, just maybe, there was hope that things could go back to the way they were before everything fell apart. As for Ella, she hung up the phone with a satisfying click and got back to her things, her irritation slowly simmering down. At least now she knew he wouldn’t be bothering her for dinner. She packed up her things and finally headed home. The Kane family lived in the western third ring of Fairfield, not far from the TV station where the previous space variety show was filmed, but it was almost half an hour's drive from Apex Corp located in the center Fairfield.

were wealthy, bored housewives, and having their entertainment abruptly cut off didn't sit well with them. "Ladies, please! Since you can't attend, you're free to go home," I announced. "But my promise still stands—you're all my lifetime VIPs!" The women quieted down. Then, one of them cheered, "We'll stay and support you from outside! Mr. Kennedy doesn't deserve you!" "Exactly, queen! Kick him to the curb!" I couldn't help but smile. On the other hand, Edward looked furious. He sneered. "You have no sense of shame, do you, Taylor? This is a divorce case, but you're treating it like some kind of party!"

I hesitated as the last thing I needed was more Timber interference, even if it came with good intentions and cute dimples. “I’m not really in the mood for public appearances,” I said. “The last time someone snapped a picture of me in a café, it somehow ended up tagged under ‘Mrs. Timber’s mystery life.’” Elijah winced. “Okay, fair point. No café.” She paused, then grinned. “How about your place? I’ve always wondered what North Kennedy’s secret lair looks like.” “My place?” I arched my brow at her. “Why not? Unless…” Her grin widened mischievously. “Unless you’re scared I’ll take pictures and send them to my brother.”

☆☆SUMMER'S POV☆☆ We spent time at the Kennedy’s home with other classmates and friends. Merissa had drinks, music, and games laid out, swearing Maxine wouldn’t want her funeral to be “a drag.” She said Maxine would want it to rock, not suck.

- he bent down to study the words as if he still hadn't memorized what she had written - " "For some, Sage Kennedy is a conceited partygoer without thinking about how the rest of the world lives. It's the kind of lifestyle that sells stories. But today I am here to expose these ridiculous articles. What I've learned from sticking with party animal Kennedy is that there's a lot more to it." She looked down and kept staring at the sidewalk at their feet. When she said nothing, he skimmed down the article to a particularly confusing section. "What about this part?"

I grab my workout bag and make my way to the YMCA. Kennedy is not at her desk when I finish, so I peek in the Kid’s Zone without success. I ask Pamela at the Welcome Desk if Kennedy is available. She states Kennedy called after her appointment, stating she would not be back this afternoon. I decide she drove home to be with me, thank Pamela for her help, and scurry to my car. Kennedy’s car is not in the garage when I arrive home. I pull my cell phone from my workout bag, but I have no texts or missed calls. I decide to hop in the shower before she gets back.

Leah said, "Then stop eating! He's asking you to have a meal with him. It's not just about food!" Mrs. Kennedy said, "Okay, I understand. I'll get your father to agree to it." "Hmm! We'll talk when we meet." Leah hung up. In the courtyard, Elliot had also hung up. Since he had asked Mr. Kennedy to have dinner with him outside, he had to leave the house. "I'll come with you all." Avery took her bag and walked over to Elliot.