Kian Lawley Dirty Fanfiction Novels & Stories

' thought Eskylrious with a laugh . " ....Yeah ! Surprisingly , I am from this world too . " said Liam with a pensive expression . " You come from this world and as the inheritor of the devil clan . " said Kiara with a cool smirk . " ...He he he ! That's the only good thing in this whole story but I don't feel happy at all . I am still weak . " said Liam with half a smile . " Why do you say that ? " said Kiara . " When I asked you if you liked him just now , you didn't answer . Seeing your eyes and smile as you talked about him......even a blind person could feel that you like him , just by hearing your voice tone becoming warmer . " said Liam .

Izzy started, "Staring at this beauty, Kian had just one thing in mind. He wants to fucking own her. He wants to dirty her up. He wants to lay her flat on her back and fuck her so hard until she that angelic face of hers glazed with pain that comes from desires. Her light has drawn his darkness and he won't let her go! His need to possess her thrumpled along with the steady beat of his heart but the Alpha's slave recoils from his touch, thinking herself as high and mighty and made for the Alpha, but Kian swore that one day he would have her and he would enjoy that lush body like the Alpha does. He formed a plan " Izzy stopped talking. "What!!" Damon stood frozen in front of the sacred door.

he said coldly. When they arrived home, Liam went straight to his room and locked the door behind him. In the next second, his figure vanished, and he appeared inside a dark, damp cave. “I knew you would come,” Kian said, lounging on a long chair that resembled a throne. “How dare you follow me around? Do you have a death wish?” Liam’s voice was like steel. “You know what I want,” Kian replied with a sly smile. “Yesterday, I asked you for a favor, but you struck me instead. And ever since, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that sweet human blood… Just give her to me… Please.”

he asked dragging her hips only his while she felt his boner against her buttocks. "I don't remember Liam… would you like to remind me again." She said this time feeling all wet underneath her. "Let's have your brother banished while we have his kingdom to ourselves." He said this time sucking her ears and putting just a finger in her. "Oh…my..goodness…Li..am. I…I..mean." And before she could finish her statement he dragged her closer and thrust into her slowly while they both kissed and felt the moment. ************************************* Kyrian couldn't sleep for days. All he kept thinking about was Lyla. He could see her in his dreams and sometimes want to hold her but ended up holding

Luna obediently followed Charlie’s instructions and said, “Kian, I am already prepared to die for you. I know that you can only be free from humiliation if I am dead…” Kian replied impatiently, “Then what are you waiting for? Why don’t you go and die already instead of f*cking hurting and humiliating me even further?” Charlie typed out a string of words on his cell phone before handing it over to Luna. Luna carefully read out the words typed on Charlie’s cell phone to Kian. “Then, can you come and meet me by the artificial lake at the campus? I have a gift for you before I leave…” Kian replied angrily, “No! I do not want to see you ever again! You make me feel sick and nauseous! You make me

"Kieran is... unravelling. He doesn't know what she's hiding yet, but he knows there is a void. And Kieran Blackthorne hates a void. He’s already reviewing the custody clauses for Daniel. He’s looking for a breach. Any breach of 'moral character' or 'stability' he can pin on you." She stepped closer, her perfume clashing violently with the smell of the gym. "He’s been calling me, asking if I’ve seen her. He thinks she looks 'different.' He’s obsessed, Lucian. And when Kieran is obsessed, he becomes a wrecking ball. He’ll tear down this little sanctuary of yours just to see if she’s hiding in the rubble." She was torturing me with the possibility of her brother’s reach, but she wasn't done. S

Dmitry Good grief. That’s the only thing I feel. Not anger. Maybe a flicker of jealousy. But mostly a low, almost embarrassing sense of pity for Gianna’s little poster boyfriend. The boy looks like he might piss himself just from standing in front of me. Not like last night, when he’s bold enough to try and take Gianna home. I take the liberty of looking him up. Kevin Stuart Greyheart. Old money, newer arrogance. Rich, pretty, and constantly paraded around as one of the city’s most eligible bachelors.

KIERAN DARKHOWL “oh fuck off Kieran.” My wife yelled. “Just fuck off. If you really cared, you’d take time off and put more effort into trying to try for a fucking cub. But no, you’d rather go off to some fucking god knows what project,” she mimicked quotations, “just so you’re away from me. That or you’re lost at the bottom of a bottle!” “Don’t speak to me like that.” I yelled back, grabbing her by the neck.

A complete nutcase. I don't hear his footsteps, but somehow Kieran is behind me, leaning in to whisper in my ear. "I was thinking about the fun we could have together, just you and me. Remember how much fun we had in the mirror room while my brother fucked that whore? Wasn't that nice, hearing her moan, feeling my lips on your skin and my fingers..." I gulp at his words. Those are memories I'd like to forget, but I know Kieran won't let that happen. Everything he did to me there, to my body- that's an accomplishment for him. My heart starts beating faster, and I'm sure he'll take that as a positive reaction. "And after the quality time we had, I thought about you in the arena. The idea of se

The way his fingers casually went through his hair, the way smirked at his friends and fist bumped some of them. "Kieran is so hot" Lyra commented, staring dreamily at him too. "But he acts like a dickhead" I laughed with a cracky voice, knowing she was right. Keiran is a dickhead, and sometimes I ask myself if he really knew he was, and most times I ask myself why I still stared at him the way I was doing. He looked up, and his gaze easily met mine. Those eyes were dim, intense and filled with bad intentions.