Killer Sans Nsfw Novels & Stories

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.

Only then I was able to look at my surroundings. The first thing I noticed was the smell. Sandalwood and citrus. It flooded my nose and helped ease the stars that circled my head. Jake was on the ground, his back lying in the wet grass. Standing above him was none other than my rescuer. Alpha Killian stood above Jake, his eyes a murderous shade of black. My wolf wanted to approach Alpha Killian, but the waves of absolute fury rolled off of his body made us keep our distance. Despite what happened, I couldn't help but feel terrified for Jake. To have all of that rage directed on you, from the most vicious Alpha to ever exist.

Sam's eyes flew wide open, his body arching violently before crashing back onto the bed. A mouthful of blood, mixed with unknown fragments of flesh, burst from between his lips, splattering across my hand. Clearly, the attack had some sort of internal damage. "Oh, look, he's coughing up blood! Does that mean that we've beaten the evil spirit out of him?" Lucas paled the moment he saw Sam barely breathing. They had come to scam money, not to kill someone.

We picked a nearby coffee shop for our meeting. "Hi baby," Nick said as I blushed and hugged him. " Hold on lovebirds, won't I also get a hug?" Kate teasing said. "I have something to tell you both and I would appreciate it if isn't viewed as ridiculous" I stated. I explained the nightmares I always had after my father's death and the circumstances that unfold with people's death as a result of the old hag's ritual. They both looked at me but were trying to make sense of it, I explained further about the dream I had and how I suspected they were the next victims which I needed to avert.

Damn it! @Death Wish

I've been answering too many questions in a day. "Okay. Oh forgot to tell you, I already deleted all of the videos so you've got nothing to worry about" Why is he such a knight? Always saving me in times of trouble. "Thanks Killian, for saving me from this controversy" My knight in jagged jeans and sweatshirt armor.

I couldn’t hear them approaching because they seem to make no sound when they walk, the three of them skilled predators who move on silent feet. “Why not?” Kev asks, pausing to glance at the approaching male. He’s dressed similarly in jeans, but also has on a pair of boots. “I researched the Senator yesterday. He’s a prick who rapes women. I even found a video of him taking one of his barely legal interns last week. Not only will he be an easy kill, he actually deserves it.” “A-a video?” I repeat, somehow stuck on that more than the rest of his statements. I kill for money should probably have been my first concern, but somehow that news doesn’t shock me as much. Kev possesses a lethal aura,

Our Secret: My Dirty Tale is a compilation of short erotic stories intended for a MATURE AUDIENCE. Please note that ALL characters in these stories are above the age of consent. I would give a trigger warning, but there are wayyy too many. What to expect? Every kink possible. Every sexual pairing possible. Leave your morals behind, grab a toy or two. God knows you'll need a helping hand 😉*wink* Happy-horny reading! Xo, Athena♡

“Uhh… no. I'm not at home right now. Just tell me over the phone. I don't think I can wait” “Okay. Things went south last night. Of about 20 men that were sent into the woods, only 5 returned…” I had to refrain from letting out an exclamation. Kieran had killed 15 men last night. “...The rest were killed. It was gruesome. I couldn't even look at most of the pictures. They were decapitated, ripped apart limb from limb. It was definitely a wolf. But there weren't any claw or bite marks on most of the corpses. One of the men that survived was scratched in the face and he claims to have shot the wolf…”

He crossed the room in three long strides and slammed both hands down on the desk, leaning in so they were face to face, close enough that he could see the flecks of darker gold in Elliot's eyes. "Being a strong alpha doesn't make you bulletproof, you arrogant asshole," Kieran said, his voice low and harsh. "Arrogance is what gets people killed. You think because you've got S-Tier genetics and money that you're invincible? I've seen men twice your size and ten times as trained get killed because they thought they were too important to die."