Emma And Killian Fanfiction Novels & Stories

Oh no, that dangerous amusement returned instantly. “Wow,” he murmured softly. “That’s catastrophic.” My jaw tightened. “Coming from the man obsessing over his best friend’s wife because of some ridiculous mate story?” I shot back. “Please.” The room suddenly got quieter. The teasing disappeared from Killian’s face so fast it caught me off guard. He stepped closer slowly. “If it’s really ridiculous,” he said quietly, “why do you keep reacting every time I get close to you? And why was i the one you were dreaming of when you were clearly beside the husband you claim to love”

It was so amicable that it was hard to believe what any of these people did for a living. Emma found me and crushed me in one last embrace. “Call me at least every few weeks, you hear?” She glanced at Killian a few feet away, talking to a guy whose name I’d forgotten. “You have to catch me up on all the boy drama. Also, please tell me he’s not just your sugar daddy.” I almost started cackling. “Promise I’ll call you, and I promise, no. It’s more than that. Though if you ever want to go anywhere in the world on a private jet, don’t hesitate to ask.”

"I hate you more than anyone else in this world." "Good," Killian whispered, a slow, terrifying smirk tugging at the corner of his split lip. The raw malice in his expression was beautiful, a dangerous art piece designed to destroy me. "Keep hating me. Fuel that fire. Because it's the only thing that makes this game fun." He shifted, his long legs sliding over mine through the thick duvet, trapping my body entirely beneath his frame. He didn't pull back. He didn't offer a single inch of space. He simply anchored himself over me.