Kill the Last Kings

QUICK NOTE THERES A LOT OF MATURE CONTENT IN THIS BOOK.

- sexual contents

- abuse (emotionally & physically)

-bad language

-violence

-death

-detailed pain

-kinks

THERE IS GOING TO BE A LOT OF MENTIONING OF RAPE, DRUG USE, and MURDER OH AND BLOOD. LOTS AND LOTS OF BLOOD.

Everything that happens isn't real (well some of it is). The emotions, the feelings, the pain, confusion or whatever you feel or can relate to in my book is real. It's what I'm putting in so much more effort into the book, bc like I said I want you guys TO understand the feelings.

AAAANNNNNDDDD TO MY FUTURE HATERS... HATE ALL YOU WANT! IT'LL MAKE ME HAPPY THAT PEOPLE ARE ACTUALLY READING MY BOOK AND HAVE TIME TO ACTUALLY HATE ON IT.

JUST DON'T SAY I DIDN'T WARN YOU.

IGHT PEACE. ✌🏻

All Rights Reserved

Written By April C.

•Aceconia•

Copyright 2019. All rights reserved. This material may not be published, broadcast, rewritten, or redistributed.

[1•15•2019]

-10:00am-

"Lydia! Lydia Kingston! Over here!" One of the many people shouted in the crowd as Kendall turned her head slightly to the right, switching her foot position.

Kendall tugged up her glittery blue jumpsuit a little as it was slipping a little off her breast. Then straitened her hair that's tied into a ponytail. As she looked back up facing cameras flashing in her eyes not looking into a specific one.

She kept taking glances of her close friend Jahseh, who waited patiently in the shadows as she had to be on her flight in less than two hours, she had an important meeting, back in Florida.

She kept on a closed lip smile as she waved goodbye to the audience. She walked away from her last charity event she was going to be having for the next three years. Since she wasn't aware what was going to happen in Florida.

"The new building is being constructed on the east side, three stories tall it's going to take that whole land of acres." Kendall explained as her hands moved above the prints she had laid out above the table. "I need it done within the next te-"

She stopped her self when the floor beneath her began to shake. Kendall stood up quickly from her chair as she stared at Jah, his eyes wide.

That very second the man next to her was shot, then another and another. As the rest of the people in the room hid behind the tables, knowing the shooter in right outside the only exit of the room. Kendall sped to Jah as she touched him, he disappeared into thin air, she transported him back to her house in Miami. Where she knew he'd be safe.

The doors bursted open. When a familiar body of a female stepped in, shooting the rest of the people in the room, the sound of horrid screaming filled the room. Kendall's eyes brightened white. Ready for anything.

"Becky?" The sound of Kendall's voice dripped with confusion and venom.

She stood there staring at the female before her. She held a shotgun pointing it straight at Kendall. Shooting at both shoulders. The scream coming from Kendall, as she felt the splinters from the wooden bullets filled a poison that was able to put her into a deep sleep if it was aimed at a specific spot.

"You put him down Kendall! Now everyone will feel the pain I felt." The female smirked, looking down and into Kendall's bright white eyes.

Kneeling in front of the female was a grunting and panting Kendall who was gasping for air as the poison was reaching her heart and lungs. She stared up at 'Becky' gagging on air, eyes and mouth wide open.

"B-Becky, B-Bex, we can fi-fix this," Kendall let out slowly. "A-Alright," she started gagging as she bent to the side, coughing up blood.

"Fix this! FIX THIS!? Are you serious!" Becky roared, stomping closer to Kendall. "You can't bring him back!"

Kendall gasped trying to crawl away from her. "I-I had to do i-it. West wa-wasn't in the right m-mind. You FUCKED it up!"

"He was MY fucking soulmate!" She dug the butt of the pump onto both Kendall's wound, as she cried and begged for mercy while Becky tossed something.

The moment happened so quick in the blink of an eye Becky disappeared and out the building. As seconds passed by so did Kendall's conscious.

People surrounded the area scared for what's happening. The building exploding, the deaths and the fear for Kendall Kingston; aka Lydia King to the public's eyes, was all over the news. While this is happening in Florida, over in California, in the Graham's household Hector just finished baking a batch of cookies after the third try. He left them there to cool down and went to his room to freshen up and came back to the kitchen to see the plate empty.

"What the heck happen with all the cookies, guys?" Hector asked as he sees the empty plate on the counter as the kids were watching tv. "Elena, vas menjar totes les galetes?" Hector asked again, switching to speaking his native language, as he grabbed the remote turning off the tv.

"Elena!" He shouted getting frustrated.

"No els vaig menjar, ho era Isaiah!" Elena stomped her foot proving her point as she replayed back in Catalan; whom Hector taught her to speak.

"Where's Isaiah?" Hector picked her up setting her on his hip as he started lifting up the mess of blankets Isaiah and Elena made on the living room floor.

"We were playing hide and seek. So, I don't know." She started laughing as pushed herself away from her older brother. "Aha! I found you!" Elena yelled as she lifted a pillow where Isaiah was laying down on his belly.

"Did you eat the cookies without Dada's permission?" Hector playful pointed at Isaiah as he picked him up.

Isaiah giggled without understanding what Hector was talking about. Hector started tickling him as he grabbed Elena too. He sat them on the couch, turning the tv back on.

"It's Lydia! Da!" Elena jumped up and down on the couch, seeing her idol on tv, as Hector payed no mind to the news.

"Fuck," Hector mumble without the kids hearing. "I'm right next to you. You don't have to keep yelling Elena."

Elena just shrugged as Isaiah went into a fit of giggles.

"I don't get how you; whose barely four foot, was able to reach over the counter." He smiled as he spoke to himself, looking at his vibrating phone as the contact ID read 'work.' And he knew he was going to be called in for a shift at the hospital.

When he didn't want to leave his family, since he was given the day off today.