This Is War Kennedy Fox Novels & Stories

"It's not my problem that you've got arms like string cheese." Nobody could help the laugher than escaped our mouths as I smiled at Kennedy. "It just muscle." I informed her, after finding my composure. The car journey wasn't as awkward after that, the Second in Command had introduced himself as Dan with Gabriel telling me that the other four wolves were pack warriors who were following close behind in two cars. Kennedy began to shuffle in her car seat, she was getting restless from being bored. I leaned down, grabbing her colouring book from her bag, passing it to her along with some colouring pencils.

The walls were adorned with murals of hope, and the chatter of patrons filled the air. Bruce takes a seat outside on some old metal chairs while I go grab some sandwiches from the counter inside and pay. I bring the food out along with a coffee and take a seat beside him. As we settled I noticed a radio playing inside and just about make out talks of politics, the war and other snippets of information, someone turns the volume up, a voice breaking through the din announcing that the war is finally over. My heart raced and I looked at Bruce, his eyes lit up with disbelief and joy.

Beyond the panoramic windows, the city lights of Oakridge glittered brilliantly in the night. Damian pushed the door open and walked in, placing the final acquisition proposal for our rival company onto my desk. "Everything went smoothly, Ms. Fairchild." I signed my name and smirked. [World number nine, conquered.] Leaning back against my seat, I lifted the coffee mug beside me. I wondered what kind of script would be waiting for me in the next world. Not that it mattered. I'd seen it all, and I possessed the ultimate playbook. At this point, no villain could catch me off guard.

I exasperatedly say with a flare of my arms. "Harper" he sighs. "We need to work this out" he says pointing between us. "Work it out? What is there to work out Nixon? The fact that we are somehow mated or the fact that I am a human, a gay male at that and your a straight man with commitment issues and a Alpha to a whole pack of wear wolves" "I thought we'd tal-" "What are we" I ask cutting him of mid sentence. "What?" "What are we Nixon"

And now, with all that done, the one sentence I could not shake sat lodged under everything else: Wrong platform. Check the war room. Renaud got out before the car fully settled. Of course he did. Even tired, even bruised by rage, confession, and restraint, he moved like a man who had stopped pretending the next danger might wait politely for permission. “You stay with me,” he said. “That sounded familiar.” “Take comfort in routine.” “I don’t.” “I noticed.” Gabriel came around the other side and handed me the evidence pouch containing Sabine’s phone.

Chapter 11 – Meeting an amazing girl Kennedy Jacobs POV Hey. I am Kennedy Jacobs, I am twenty-nine years old... I am in the military I am a Chief Commander I was on a special assignment in Russia when my cover got blown and I got thrown out of the Military by my mother and big brother Kevin in doing so they blew up a huge undercover mission I have been working on for months and my cover was blown thanks to her.

That was… After casually adding her, I nodded to signal she could leave. I opened an app and clicked on that familiar post. An account named "Glenda", with an avatar identical to Glenda's, appeared in the comments section. This was the same person who kept encouraging Joanna to quit and gave her advice under the posts. Glenda Woodard was the very same Glenda. That realization sent a shock through me. "Mr. Pearson, we have a problem! Joanna barged in and is fighting with someone!"

There were at least two screaming matches going on in separate rooms, and the cars in the lot wouldn't have been out of place in a wrecker's yard. Seated in very dusty tiny room that had an old creaking fan swinging slowly above them, Ivandor and his best friend, Leo chatted away. "So you're telling me right now that you kissed a girl in the rain in your penguin costume?" Leo questioned as if trying to assimilate the jargons his friend had just told him. Ivandor nodded, smiling widely as a little blush crept onto his cheeks. "And you're saying she actually kissed you first?" Ivandor nodded again.

“We’re at war with the Bernardino family.” XXX