Killian Jones Novels & Stories

Josh answered “We now have an ally. His main request is that we keep him in the loop of things.” Jason said, “Carlton, is two weeks enough to train the volunteers?” “It's not enough, but I can try,” Carlton said. “That's good enough for me. There's this thing I noticed at Killian's pack.” Jason said

I couldn’t look at her anymore without thinking of that moment when I walked in on her moaning from another man’s dick. “Sir, you have a visitor. Killian John — Oh, Killian Jones.” My new assistant informed me over the phone. “Send him through.” I put the phone down and closed my laptop. Killian was my homeboy, and I knew it was about to go down. He came at the right time when I needed to de-stress after dealing with Amari and her attitude. “My man!” Killian squealed as soon as he opened the door and walked inside. “How are you, my man?”

Jordan commented. “That doesn’t answer my question,” Killian deadpanned. “I’m ready,” Jordan saw fit to answer. “And do you know where Tyson Cannon is?” Killian added. “I haven’t seen him since he lost his shit a few days ago, why?” Jordan questioned. Killian shrugged. “Because I’m going to kill him.”

And at the center of it all, undefeated, untouchable, was Kane Shawn. Standing at 6'5", with a body carved from years of brutal discipline, he was a titan among men. His blonde curls were damp with sweat, sticking to his forehead as he rolled his shoulders, his enormous arms flexing with ease. His skin glistened under the dim lights, his six-pack rippling with every movement. But it was his face that truly set him apart a masterpiece of sharp lines and perfect imperfections. His light blue eyes had the power to pierce through a man's soul, making even the most confident opponents hesitate. His lips, full and sinful, often twisted into a smirk that made women weak and men envious.

I said, trying to make it out as if I was going to give him something that he could hold onto. I was no fool though, the last thing that I was going to do was give him anything on Killian. But the man didn’t need to know that. I was going to feed him with the information that I wanted him to know and it was going to stay there. “He is having a son.” “What?” Konstantin asked, now clearly shocked.

Shaila mumbled an excuse, and exited the room, leaving the door wide open for Killian. Killian sauntered in with a sweet smile on his handsome face. He looked breathtaking. He was wearing a sleek, moist-wicking orange, basketball jersey that showed off his perfect body. His loose black shorts stopped just above his thighs, showing off his powerful, nice-looking legs. He had left his hair in a rough mess, and he looked beautiful. He was about 6’2 feet and he easily towered over her small 5’5 frame. Mayeli gulped. What was Killian trying to do? Tempt her? How could he be just the way she wanted? Perfect in every form.

he said. Killian gave him a curt nod before turning to me. “Josie, this is Tae. He works for Gunner.” I offered Tae a faint smile and a thank you before drawing a deep breath to calm down. “Where's Kaiden?” “He's taken care of,” Killian replied. My gaze dropped to the cut on his side. “You need treatment too, and you need it fast.” Killian gave me a wry smile. “It's not that deep.”

Killian wasn’t a man you trusted so easily he was you typical example of a wolf in sheep’s clothing. Killian was the man in the shadows, he never got his hands dirty, he always had other people to do his dirty work, Killian is a very powerful man you never wanted as an enemy. Now that Thorne, her partner, is dead, she had no one to turn to, so she had no choice but to come to him.

It was him. I mean, just look at him. He sat beside me and placed his hand on my leg, shivers ran through my body. Thank God my leg was not exposed today. I stared at his hand and back at his face but he never cared, he just casually kept on talking. "This is Killian, Roy and Mysha." They all seemed so cheerful compared to Marco. Killian was almost Marco's height, dark hair, same brown eyes but a little darker than Marco's, same features on the face basically but Marco was more handsome. Killian is married and his wife is drop dead gorgeous. Roy on the other hand is just engaged to his girlfriend, Killian is taller than Roy tho but Marco was taller and better looking than them all.

“This is her number. His sister. She’s got more answers than I do. But don’t tell her I sent you. She won’t talk if she thinks she’s in danger.” I took the napkin and folded it once, sliding it into my jacket. “I won’t forget this.” He gave a dry chuckle. “If you’re really Killy’s boy… you owe me nothing.” “What was his full name?” “Killian Jackson. K.J. but we all called him Killy.” “Thank you.” I left the bar without looking back. *** The night air tasted metallic as I rode, wind lashing against me, the engine purring low and angry beneath my legs. I didn’t go back to my apartment.