Killian Jones Novels & Stories

“I just don’t understand how you suddenly decide you need one. “ “Maybe because I don’t want my brains spilled all over the wall next time I have to go talk to your new friend- the mayor’s - pawns. “ “If this bodyguard you are talking about is so efficient that you chose him over all of Garrey’s men, then why haven’t I seen you much with him lately? “ Judging by the expression on Killian’s face, he had hit a nerve. “Maybe because he is constantly sent somewhere doing things I don’t know about. “ Killian fired back. “Ah…well…” Richard refilled their glasses. “It seems that one of Garrey’s men…ah, what was his name again, the junkie one with the strange hair…” Richard pretended to search for t

"Gotta admit, the big guy may be an uncompromising hard-ass, but damn if he doesn't get results when it counts." Seven rolled his eyes imperceptibly at Killian's cavalier choice of endearment for their mutual friend. He side-eyed Knox, recognizing the minute tightening around the other man's eyes and the corners of his mouth - the only outward betrayal of the broiling undercurrent roiling beneath that otherwise impassive mask of control. ‘Killian is certain to get himself killed for real one day.’ Seven thought inwardly. "So where am I bringing the precious cargo, huh?" Killian continued in that snarky tone of his that somehow managed to be both insolent and amusing.

“This sounds like human trafficking, Killian—and I know how hard you and your men have fought to eradicate that shit.” Killian studied the card intently. He helps victims of human trafficking. Is there anything this man won’t do that makes me fall deeper for him? Wait. I’m falling for him. There’s no denying it anymore. “I need to call my Beta and pass this along,” Killian said, already dialing Halen’s number. “Stay with Sere for a moment.” The second he stepped away, Rohan leaned back in his seat, arms crossing over his chest, posture loose but eyes sharp.

… “You have done it again! Why did you bail them out without letting me know?” Lucas was back at the MXG Group, scolding his friend. “Chillax, Bro!” Killian laughed. “I couldn't handle the fear of letting them stay another second at that place, so I informed the policemen to release them-” “When you knew I was on my way to get them!” Lucas gave him a hard glare. “Killian Jonas, whose side are you exactly on?”

Kai took my hand in his “Fallon, I know you had an idea of what your life was going to be when you left here today, and I know that I do not fit into that, but if you will give me a chance I want to be the one to show you what your life could be with someone who will truly worship you as the living embodiment of the moon goddess that you are. You deserve so much more than you realize. You deserve someone who will never let you forget how beautiful you are when you are dancing around the house first thing in the morning when you think no one is watching. Someone who will make you chocolate gravy when you had a rough night. Someone who will never hurt you or take away your choice in matters th

Damian ended up choosing not to go pro after all, taking over the family business from their dad instead while finishing his master's degree part-time, and there's a quiet pride in him now that wasn't there before, something settled. I watch Killian make a hard drive toward the net, and he buries a gorgeous shot top shelf. I'm on my feet instantly, screaming louder than I probably should, and the jumbotron catches him right as his teammates pile on. He points his stick directly up toward our box, shouting something I can't hear but can read on his lips. ‘That's for you.’ I feel the blush crawl up my neck as the camera finds me next, the whole arena cheering, and I wave, a little embarrassed,

He pointed to a woman in a red dress who was laughing too loudly at Sam’s joke. "That's Jessica. Model. Or actress. Or DJ. I forget which slash she's using this week." "And you?" Elion asked. "What's your slash?" "Entrepreneur," Kieran grinned. "Slash Villain. Every show needs one, right? I figure if I can't win love, I might as well win screen time." Elion looked at him. Kieran was transparent, shallow, and utterly cynical. Elion liked him immediately. "Honesty," Elion said. "How refreshing."

He released Elena’s hip and spun around, his face paling as the heavy double doors of the east wing swung open. Killian Cross stood in the archway. He had discarded his suit jacket, wearing only his dark trousers and an unbuttoned charcoal vest that did nothing to hide the massive, lethal breadth of his shoulders. His dark, obsidian eyes were fixed entirely on Julian’s hand, a terrifying, lawless violence simmering just beneath his composed surface.

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

My knees hit the cold floor hard, my chest heaving as oxygen rushed back into my blood. "You are going to walk your weak ass right back into that locker room," Killian ordered, standing over me while he pulled his torn jersey flat against his chest. "You are going to fix your fucking jaw, and you are going to force Jax and Marek to fall in line behind me." He pointed his sharp, bloody claw right between my eyes. "If that entire team isn't backing my plays by tomorrow morning," Killian sneered, stepping over my legs. "I send those exam files straight to father's inbox."