Is Killian's Folly A Real Book Novels & Stories

He read the letter twice, his jaw tightening so hard she heard his teeth grind. “The True Court,” he hissed, the paper crinkling in his fist. They’re an old myth. A group of fanatics who think they own the bloodlines of the original wolves. “They called me a ‘prize,’ Killian,” Faith said, her voice steady but low. “They said the King was a fool and that they’re coming to claim me.” Killian stepped into her space, his hands framing her face. “No one is claiming you. I don’t care who they are or how old their cult is. If they step into this city, they won't leave it.”

Even if she told Killian the truth about her learning condition, she still held hope that if she stared at the letters or words for a longer time, she'll magically be able to read them. But after several attempts, she knew that it was futile. Killian turned around while holding a book that was too colorful to be considered business or formal which made Yifa more confused than she already is. "What is that?" Yifa asked while pointing at the book that Killian was holding while approaching her and sitting back down beside her. Killian raised the book between them before replying, "This is a children's book!" Yifa looked at him with wide and confused eyes because she doesn't understand why Killi

And that was the most terrifying part of it all. I hadn’t believed the rumors at first. People loved to whisper about Killian, conjuring up stories about why he never took a mistress, never entertained lovers, never indulged in the luxuries his station afforded him. I thought it was all nonsense—until now. The way Eugene shifted uncomfortably, the way Killian’s expression darkened like a storm rolling over a quiet sea. And now, here we were, standing in the suffocating silence Eugene had created, before he suddenly shook his head.

1 DO WE REALLY have to go through this whole ‘introduce ourselves’ thing again? The only thing I hate more than introductions is repeating myself. Okay, okay. Fine. I’ll do this, though I have to say it would be easier for all of us if you just read my first book. So, my name is Sarah Killian and I am a Professional Serial Killer. DO NOT confuse me with an assassin. I hate those guys. Every. Last. One. Well, except for Mary Sue. She’s an exception. She’s an exception to a lot of things. I’ll get to her in a bit.

I simplified… The gasp that she gasped… “Killian Donovan???? A bible?” “I was as shocked as you were but apparently…. Raphael is a Christian so is Gwen and Killian once told me he used to go to church but ever since he moved to Chicago ….. major parts of his life disappeared!” “He gave you a bible but for what?”.

, I say, looking at Killian and I can see he almost spits the coffee that was in his mouth. “Are you insane?”, He asks me, shaking his head, “That’s not going to work, and Tobias’s man won’t accept that; they won’t accept an alliance with us,” Killian says and I look at him, not believing he is saying that. Of course, it will work. It has to work because I don’t have any more ideas, this is my last one and it is a brilliant one. Or so I hope.

She stood up, opened her drawer and took out a book. The book looked so old and the words written on it had almost faded. “Where did you get this whole book?” Killian asked, staring curiously at the book. “When I was framed for murder, and was locked up in the prison. I had a strange dream where you and Zayne fought brutally. But in the end, he overpowered you, and killed you.” Sara paused, placed her hand on Killian's hand and smiled.

"I plan to destroy Killian and take everything dear to him. My grandfather started the rumor that the Laines were the masterminds behind the fall of the old king. My father continued it by sending my sister to their pack as a spy to get intel and hinder any plans they had. We caused them to believe it was the work of the Laines again. Causing the death of Killian's father, Killian got revenge by destroying the golden moon pack, and in return, his relationship with his mate." "Sir? The girl is asleep in the room down the hall." A pale man with pale red eyes walked into the room, directing his attention to Simon. "Ahh, thank you, Seth. You may do as you please until I call for you again." "Yes

“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.”

I had my reservations but I was not stupid enough to think that Killian would be so nonchalant about something that was going to harm him potentially. That man was a lot of things but he was not stupid. I hated the fact that most times you couldn't get away with your own plans except he was only acting weird. "Killian has a secret underground that nobody is aware of. The only thing we can do is to ensure that we have everything followed up to the last letter, and give no space for rudeness whatsoever. Is that something you think you can do?" I asked, shaking my feet slightly because I was very concerned about what I wanted to achieve.