Killia Novels & Stories

Kaduna boisterously laughed but then grew silent when he realised I was serious. "King Xillian lives in the main island of Ovzdusia and not in the Slave Islands. He doesn't not step on our Island, he thinks himself greater than that." Kaduna snorted. "You will have to go there if you want to meet him." Slave Island. Eliyah was from here, I made the connection. Every single man in this army had been training since they were five. And the best were chosen and converted into vampires. I had seen Eliyah in the arena. And each of these men had better skills than him. Fuck.

“Islamabad, most likely.” Hunter nodded. “So what’s a hundred and forty four klicks almost due west of here?” “Peshawar,” Gage said, sounding surprised and a little impressed. “Yeah, and that means we’re running short on time.” Hunter sat back, mind whirling. Whoever had sent this knew Khalia was a math teacher. And they were smart enough to include exactly enough information for her to figure out the puzzle. “This is way too advanced for a Taliban spokesperson,” he said to no one in particular.

"I'll tell you where to come to but before that, I know you have seen the viral video of the woman fighting the bad guys and draining their life source" "Yes, boss. I have, it's over the news and it's trending. Do you know her?" "Melissa, that is Kierra. Have you seen her before, does Argon know where she is? From his broadcast, it seems he knows. He said she's someone he knows and is close to." Menessa was silent… "Hello, Menessa, are you there? Hello Menessa…" "Yes, I am… sorry boss. Did you just say that it was Kierra? Your Kierra? The one you lost ten years ago"

"Enough. Harris, if you've got time to run your mouth, you've got time to check those alibi reports again." Kyle muttered something under his breath but didn't argue further. Detective Marcus Hayes, who had been leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, spoke up. "Dr. Chen, did you find anything on the dresses? DNA? Fibers? Anything we can work with?" Lila shook her head. "Unfortunately, no. The dresses were professionally cleaned before being placed on the victims. No DNA, no stray hairs, nothing. The killer is meticulous. However, we did find trace amounts of a unique soil composition on the victims' shoes. It's a mix of clay and silt, common near the eastern side of town by the rive

she yelled. “Shawna went into labor a few hours ago but she didn’t make it,” I said to her and Adelie’s face showed her anger. “But Kiah did,” Kai said and finally turned around as Adelie turned to look at him. “Is that…?” Adelie asked. “My daughter, Kiah St. Claire,” I said as she stood up and walked towards Kai. Adelie took Kiah from Kai and I saw the instant love in her eyes. She had the same expression on her face that Kai had when he held her the first time. Adelie lifted her and cradled her against her chest with her eyes closed.

Serenity stated, inviting herself into the room and closing the door behind her. "Just because I haven't punished you yet doesn't mean you can cross the line over and over again," Kieran enunciated. Serenity sighed. "Why do your words always have to be covered in thorns, Alpha? You know, when you try to talk sweetly, it gradually leads your mood to get better as well. Why do we have to make it bitter for everyone?" Serenity expressed. "The dungeon is just beneath the pack house," Kieran pointed out. Serenity gulped and sheepishly giggled. "I talked way too much again, didn't I? But are you feeling any kind of ache, nausea, or weakness? I brought along supplements."

And the moment they did, Mona knew. He knew something was wrong. She quickly plastered a smile across her face. "Hey." Kane didn't smile. He walked toward her, pulled out the chair opposite hers, and sat down. "What's wrong, princess?" The sincerity in his voice almost broke her. Mona looked away. "I've been thinking." "About?" She swallowed. "Did you know vanilla comes from the actual butt of an animal?" Kane stared at her. Mona gave him a tiny smile.

She kisses and licks the skin directly and next to it rock-hard dick. Her tongue licks up from the bottom of my shaft, tracing the pulsating vein until she reached the tip. One of her hands clutches my dick and her tongue starts twirling around the tip of my dick. Fuck, if there was one thing about Larissa she could give head but she was nothing compared to Eulalia. I imagined her as Eulalia on her knees. Fuck Slowly her lips wrap around my dick and she starts taking me in inch by inch, while her hand takes care of my balls.

Kassius and I spent the entire weekend together. My uncle spent his weekends at bars or passed out so he never noticed I wasn't home. Kassius showed me some of his favorite hangout spots. There was a small pool hall just outside of town that he loved. He took me there one night. It was run by one of the older pack members so they allowed us to have drinks even though we were under age. Kassius was somewhat of a pool shark and enjoyed playing. I, on the other hand, had never once played and he decided it was time that I learn.

Idiot. I type out the following message onto the board: “Dear ‘Rick’: This is Sarah Killian. Chuck, Jared, and Gale are all dead. Consider them a down payment for the price on your head for killing my mother. I’m coming for you, Jizzwad. XOXO, Sick.” While it certainly would be nice to hold onto Chuck’s phone as a means of communicating with the Marching Tides, I have no doubt they would be able to use it to track us so I throw it against the wall of the warehouse with a satisfying shatter.