Kill La Kill X Male Reader Novels & Stories

Granted his amazing good looks contributed to that, I discreetly rolled my eyes at the thought. “You okay?” Camille whispered to me worriedly. “Yeah, I’m okay.” I nodded in response, giving her a light squeeze. “Thank you three for coming here on such short notice,” Alpha Killian said, his voice reverberating through my body sending a tingling sensation down my spine, “For any of you meeting me for the first time,” his gaze lingered on me for a moment then he continued, “I am Killian Thorne, the Alpha of the Blood Fang pack and this is my Beta,” he gestured to the man seated beside him, “Clarke Thorpe.”

Lorenzo kissed away the tears that slipped from my eyes, whispering, “We love you. We’re never letting you go. This is permanent. You’re ours. Take him deeper, Jordan. Let him ruin you for anyone else.” Killian started thrusting—long, deep strokes that dragged perfectly against my prostate with every movement. “So fucking good,” he growled. “Your hole is sucking me in, milking my cock. Gonna fill you up. Gonna pump you so full of my load you’ll taste it.”

It wasn't just his chiseled jawline or eyes, although those certainly didn't hurt. He was the epitome of attractiveness, possessing a magnetic charm that drew people in wherever he went. Standing at six feet tall, he had a well-proportioned and athletic physique that exuded strength. Alpha Killian had dark tousled hair that fell effortlessly across his forehead, framing his chiseled jawline. One look at him and Kira wasn't able to take her eyes off him, it was no wonder Lucille had been willing to toss away her relationship with Xavier for him.

Emotions hung heavy in the air, and it was clear that something significant had occurred between them. The men who had never seen their boss being abused before fell into silence. Apart from being the future Lycan king, Killian was also the leader of the biggest and most dangerous mafia group in the country, people feared him and would hate to even be in the same room as him. he was nicknamed Killian the death walker because people said seeing him was the same as seeing the Grim Reaper. So far the first time they had seen their boss getting hit by a woman. They immediately knew that Lisa had signed her death by herself.

Killian gulped at what he was going to do, "If this will stop you from thinking about it, then yes. Yes, I'm rejecting you." "Please... please, don't do this." Yifa pleaded with tears in her eyes. She was about to beg on her knees if that's what will make Killian stop whatever he was about to do. I, Killian Storm, Alpha King of the West, reject you, Yifa Sky, as my mate."

What had been going on while he was away? “Alpha” Alissa stood and stepped forward, she gripped the table for support as she neared him “Alpha, look into me. Could you really see me killing my own parents? I didn't, I love them so much. My parents were skilled fighters, how could a newling take them?” She pleaded with her eyes, her wolf was right, she had to fight. He looked at her with a stony face, Alissa heard gasps behind her “Lies!” Natalie interjected

Kaden paused. “Then what happened?” I ask, dying to know exactly what really happened. “I killed his mate, and I don't regret killing her.” Kaden says coldly to me, without a single ounce of remorse. *****Authors note***** Hello to the best readers ever. Keep the votes and comments coming and I love you all. Thank you all for accepting my book so much, the warm reception is more than I had ever imagined. You all made this book a huge success. You are the real heroes.

"HAHAHAH using witches and vampires to kill the rightful alpha and their heir, ya takes a real man to kill a child. You fucking coward." "KILL HIM now Beta!!!" The other older man grabbed Killian's hair and exposed his neck and slide the blade across Killains's neck blood spilling down his chest.

Just shove a ton of kindling in front of her and she’d be razed to the ground in the flames that were born in that spark of anger. “I ain’t dying.” “No? Almost did last night. Twice.” “All the more reason to get to know me then, isn’t it?” I heaved a breath. “Only God knows how long I’ve got left.” Conor grumbled, “Talk about asking for bad karma.” I ignored him. “I don’t have much energy, Aela. But what little I’ve got, I’m focusing on you. If I could kill the Famiglia fucker for you, I would have. I’d slice my own throat before I’d let you and Seamus be in harm’s way, and that’s exactly why my brothers are coming to get you.

His large, scarred hands locked around my jaw, tilting my face up to his terrifying, pitch-black gaze, his chest heaving violently. "You speak of boiling seas, Lyra," Killian rasped, his voice dropping into that pitch-black void of absolute dominance, his dark scent flaring so hot it completely consumed the room. He shoved his massive knee between my thighs, forcing my legs wide against the stiff leather of my trousers. "But my wolf doesn't care about the sea-wolves or their leviathan oil. He wants the hybrid sovereign on her back, screaming his name before the first sail breaches the harbor line. He wants to taste the heat of the fire you're hiding under those leather pants."