Emma And Killian Fanfiction Novels & Stories

“Don’t talk about things you know nothing about, Sarah Killian. You have no idea what THEM is up to behind closed doors.” “You mean, worse than contracting out serial killers and assassins to kill civilians all over the country? Please, Nick. You came to the wrong girl if you’re looking for righteous indignation over anything THEM might be up to. I’m sorry you had a little nervous breakdown, or whatever, and got yourself turned over to the Feds, but that was your problem.”

Though I knew that he was to be sure that he was going to be careful, the last thing that my wolf wanted was for his mate to be hurt. “I love you too, Killian.” She said, her voice just above a whisper as she looked me in the eye. The fact that she swallowed my cum to begin with amazed me, and to know that she was willing to talk to me afterwards without acting as if it was the end of the world.

Kara clenched her jaw, pulling me out of my memory. “You mean the illegal ventures?” I said. I couldn’t help but jab. A little smirk touched Killian’s face. “So this is payback?” he asked. “After getting Mila, dead or alive, you are going to kill me?” Killian asked nonchalantly. “Yes,” Kara hissed as Killian pressed the knife further into the joint. “You bastard!” she cried, growing paler by the second, breaking into a cold sweat. “I thought she was your slut, but turns out you’re the do—”

Chapter Four: POV: Emma Kieran looked at my hungry and I felt the fire burning up my body. The air all around us seemed electric and I hadn't even touched him yet. My mind told me to run away but my wolf took over, she was practically foaming at the mouth to get to him, Mate, Mate please go to Mate now! But, before I could go to him Kieran came to me. Colbolt blue eyes on me, they had changed from his usual brown eyes to his wolf's. I hadn't noticed I was too busy staring at his body.

Get that other asshole out of your head. Yes, out of her head. Would another happily married woman with a hot husband think about some jerkoff? No! And she wasn't going to, either. Killian stroked the length of rope as he walked back to where she stood. Cupping her chin, he looked hard into her eyes. "I just want you to know, I never expected to find the woman of my dreams and the love of my life in Red Creek, Kansas." He ran a finger over the slope of each breast. "For the rest of my life, I'll be grateful to Dusty for bringing us all here."

Emmi’s laughter echoes from her room where Aurora’s reading to her, and the sound grounds me, reminds me why I’m swallowing every instinct screaming to throw Killian out. “The entire time you were gone,” I say, my voice low but steady, “I felt it. That dull ache inside her, the emptiness. Nothing I did filled it, not love, not time, not even Emmi. Then you show up, and it’s not gone, but it’s... better. Enough that she’s not breaking every day.” Killian’s brow furrows, confusion flickering in his eyes. “So?” “She loves you, Killian,” I say, the words bitter but true. “I hate admitting it, but she never stopped. You hurt her—badly. Even if you thought you were saving her, you left her with no

However, unbeknownst to Yifa , Killian had already been awake for quite some time, plagued by a barrage of unanswered questions that prevented him from slipping into a deep slumber. In his heart, Killian held a growing suspicion that Yifa 's claims of them being mates were fabricated. The absence of meaningful communication and her apparent disinterest in discussing their shared experiences reinforced this doubt. Yifa 's behavior seemed as though nothing of significance had occurred between them, yet fleeting glimpses of anguish and remorse occasionally flickered in her eyes. Killian yearned to believe that these emotions stemmed from an affection she had developed for him, but deep down,

“So, you’re saying ‘be careful’.” “I am.” “Zeke, you should know by now that ‘Careful’ is my middle name.” Zeke smiles a grim smile and rolls his eyes. “I swear, Killian, you constantly remind me of why I’m grateful I never had any children, especially not a daughter.” “I think the entire world should be grateful for that fact. Is there anything else you need me for?” “No. Take however long you need to get back in the game, but stay alert. Just because you’re taking R&R., don’t let your guard down.”

Mya's POV It's been two days since Killian rejected me. I still don't understand why my heart won't stop aching. How could I yearn for a murderer? My sweet, loving, peaceful parents are gone because of him. But the pain and tears won't stop. My sanity is barely holding on. How could I be in love with the man who murdered my parents? The man who destroyed my pack. Who held me prisoner? What's wrong with me?

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”