Tony Kenning Novels & Stories

I argued giving him a pointed look but Yurik was as stubborn as an ox once he set his mind on something. "Oh, you're one of those bosses who want experienced workers but won't give non- experienced workers the chance to gain the experience they need to find work so how is anybody ever supposed to find work if no one is willing to give them a chance." Yurik rambled on and I looked at him in utter confusion. My brain nearly malfunctioned. "Are you on crack?" I asked slowly. "Dominic," he sighed and him calling me by my full name told me he was serious. "You can't tell me that you don't see potential in her. She's exactly what we need."

The part of her that had been silenced for too long. “Why now?” Serena whispered, her lips barely moving. “Because you’re no longer running from yourself.” Nene’s voice was calm but edged with strength. “You’re finally letting yourself remember. Accept. Breathe.” Serena closed her eyes again, and instead of darkness, she saw silver. A swirl of mist, shifting into the silhouette of a graceful wolf—tall, majestic, and glowing like moonlight. Nene’s eyes mirrored hers, full of pain, strength, and determination.

Kenneth added. Tony, getting ready to go out to help on the field, heading for the door, equipped, "Tell them to save a bit of the action for me. I miss the thrill of the field. I don't think I'll be a help with you here. Your skill is enough already." Kenneth nodded, "Sure thing, old-timer. Stay sharp out there."

He is a perfect A student, even a topper in the entire school. His grades have always been perfect and no one can break his record. That makes people envy him but at the same time his arrogance arises a desire in them to kill him. Mr. Gorge smirked while he adjusted his lens on the high bridge of nose. "Zion...." Someone called him but he didn't hear. "Mr. Black?" This time a more formal and stern voice grabbed his attention. Zion lazily looked at him but stayed quiet. He was waiting for Mr. Gorge to speak first. Mr. Gorge gritted his teeth and said, "Mr. Black would you mind coming here and drawing the whole nervous system?"

He offered. Nodding my head, I gave him a confirmation. The bartender served my glass. “My father wants to make peace,” Anthony blurted out. “Fucking bastard,” my shoulders jerked as I chuckle hard into my fist. This was the funniest joke of the century. My laughter faded into a scowl. “Why now?” “Because the game doesn't taste sweet anymore.” “Interesting. So the old man of yours wants to make peace after piercing so many bullets into me?”

I grumbled, clearly having a death wish. Except, the man chuckled and I could bet my life savings that the alcohol was to blame because Eddie looked just as flabbergasted as I felt. "Yes, how very cliched but a fickle thing like fucking with the one and only Gunnar Astor, the man who considers himself untouchable, is also the good motive," Mickey rounded his desk, giving me a full-body image of him. He wore a Slate Gray button-down that was open around the chest and had the sleeves rolled up to his elbows. Inky black slacks hugged his toned legs, "the figlio di puttana will be pissed that his woman came running to me in the end. He'll be pissed that I won and that he lost. He's always hated

"I don't get it why Mr. Huntington has to be so overbearing." Ken held his hands up to comfort Monroe but his voice was low as if possible he wouldn't speak of what he was going to say. "I mistakened thinking that Volleyball and me would be partners for life." Roy clenched his fists at Ken's tired tone. He himself knows how attached Ken is to the sport and yet because of some foolish hereditary succession, Ken has to give up on his passion and start something that wasn't meant to be his choice.

Taylor, Logan, Nancy, Mila and two guards are right behind us. It takes us about three hours to make it to Storm Forrest pack. When we make it to the entrance of her pack her father, brother and his Luna are waiting by the entrance. “Nick, what a pleasant surprise, what brings you today” Mila’s father Jacob Gibson says, shaking my hand. I lean forward and shake Mila's brother Thomas Gibson and his Luna Mara hand. "Nick, how are things going? I heard about your Luna. I'm glad she was found". Thomas says and I can see the sincerity in his eyes.

Maeve jabbed me in the side as we walked out of the change rooms. I had been paired with Jake in today’s exercise, who started the session off with an optimistic smile which was swiftly replaced by a permanent wince as he became well acquainted with the floor. I had felt Julius watching as he circled the group, his presence impossible to miss no matter where he was in the room, yet our eyes never met as I remained focused on the task at hand. “Really? I didn’t notice.” I shrugged, trying my best to downplay how much I most certainly did notice.

“ Hello, Mrs. Trentino. Accept my condolences for the loss of your best friend. I know you are grieving and you expected to come to work tomorrow but I need you right now. Your personal assistant quit and you need a new one. I am holding interviews and I can’t seem to decide who you would want. “ He said. I fought the urge to be rude as that was a minor problem that could easily be solved. He didn’t need me going in. Despite knowing that, I decided that it would be best if I went in. I was very particular about who I hired. That and the fact that I had nothing else to do. Nikolai was still with Anabelle and Florian in the basement torturing someone.