Killian Jones Novels & Stories

"Ready." … The car ride was quiet at first, the city sliding past the windows in a blur of glass and steel. Killian drove with one hand on the wheel, the other holding mine. "So," I said eventually, "this therapist. Do you have someone in mind?" Killian nodded, glancing at me briefly before returning his eyes to the road. "His name is Kane. He's the best in the territory—hell, probably the best in all the packs. Specializes in trauma, grief, pack-related psychological issues. I've known him for years. He's helped a lot of countless wolves through some dark times. Including—” He deliberately paused then sighed. “He's the good . I trust him completely."

Damn it, why did it have to be the Phantom Kid? I reach for my handbag—and the knife inside it—and slowly make my way toward Anthony. “Anthony, sweetie, what are you talking about. My name’s not Sarah. It’s Jennifer, Jennifer Donner. You know that.” “No, it’s not. You’re Sarah Killian,” he says, as I step up to him. Even though I’m not a particularly tall person, I still loom over this little kid, and knowing what I’m about to have to do makes him seem even smaller. “Your name is Sarah Killian, and you are about to kill me.”

“It shocked the hell out of me when Killian told me he was trying out for the high school freshman football team. Somewhere in Killian’s mind, he’d decided he could learn to play football and go directly pro to pay for all the things we needed. The fights slowed down and you never saw Killian anywhere without a football in his hand. We’d visit Michael and Killian would rest that ball in Michael’s lap. ‘He smiled mom,’ he said the first time Michael reacted. And, it was amazing because it was true. After that, if Killian wasn’t in school or at the rehabilitation center, he practiced. The varsity coach took notice and Killian was the starting quarterback his junior year. He took all his pent u

“You planning on going back?” Killian shook his head no and stopped outside the feed store. “I don’t know my next step. I’m still fitting in on the ranch. Kels did a damn great job and a champion. She sure as hell growing up. The ranch has always been in her blood. Me? I don’t know yet. Still searching I guess,” he confided. Mr. Jessup was his father’s old buddy and the man took up the role of uncle to both him and Kelsey without a question. They told him anything.

He swore revenge on Fredrick and would one day make himself alpha if he had to. Killian grew up in the Green Marsh pack. A good size pack of country wolves with acres of farmland. He worked the land and got along with everyone in the pack. He was raised by an alpha and it started to show. When Killian turned twelve, he was trained as a soldier. With his build, anger, and determination, Alpha Jones thought it best and Killian used it as an outlet for his aggression. For a time, it worked until no one was an equal match for him. Alpha Jones just hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake in training him as such.

But then, after I showered and stole as much time as I could to collect myself, the stench was gone. Kennedy and Killian were playing Cage Fight Takedown. I watched for a few seconds before I showed myself. Kennedy was sitting with one knee bent, her foot tucked under her butt like she does when she’s comfortable. Killian was leaning forward, fingers jamming the buttons, teeth clenched, intent on taking her down. He reminded me of Fallon, cussing under his breath when he missed a shot. Maybe Killian is being nice as a tactic, luring me into a false sense of security so I let him do what he wants.

And this man? He did not come here with good news. "My name is Dylan Jones," he finally introduced himself. The small raise of his eyebrow told me he expected recognition. I gave him none. If he wanted me to know who he was, he could tell me. "I work with the attorney's office," he continued. "I'm handling your—" "My father's case," I finished. He nodded slightly. Of course, everything made sense now. "Would I need to contact my lawyer for this meeting?" I asked. He shook his head.

Therefore, our eyes were well prepared for the brilliance to reoccur. “Son-of-a-bitch,” Killian bellowed. “Why, Killian Epps,” Jason drawled as he quickly reclaimed his bearings. “It has been a long time.” Then, looking at me, he calmly added, “I came to untie my love, but I see that you beat me to it.” “You know each other?” I gasped, incredulously. “I had the privilege of arresting his ass on a few occasions,” Killian grumbled. “He went by a different name, though.”

" She replied hotly, eyed me and walked away. " I'm sorry about Stephanie's behavior" delvin apologize Smiling. Oh! It's nothing, I returned the smile while focusing at her departing figure. "Iam sorry Kelsi, you will surely have a hard time from now hence forth, but you know it's girls issue", he smirked. "Yeah! Iam used to them", I laughed. "Iam really not into Stephanie, even all of them! They all have bad characters and it irritates me", he pouted looking even more handsome.

I affirmed, my voice steady, "I am the one.” "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger. "I'm Kira Jones, successor of the late Don Jones. Any more questions?" I retorted, my tone laced with defiance. "Oh, fuck that," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?"