Killian Jones Novels & Stories

They all observed him quickly, some taking longer than most, until Alec called their names. "Would you like a quick introduction or a basic profile?" Alec asked him. Killian thought about it for a moment, but requested a quick introduction. He could always investigate them later. "Team, this is King Killian Jones, father of Simetra. Sir, this is Captain Mara Quinn, Communications specialist" Mara stepped forward, outstretched her hand and shook Killian's "Good to meet you, your majesty", she said softly. "Then we have Lieutenant Jonah Mercer, counter-surveillance lead and Sergeant Theo Reyes, combat medic" The two shook the King's hand, Mercer with a straight

“So, you’re saying ‘be careful’.” “I am.” “Zeke, you should know by now that ‘Careful’ is my middle name.” Zeke smiles a grim smile and rolls his eyes. “I swear, Killian, you constantly remind me of why I’m grateful I never had any children, especially not a daughter.” “I think the entire world should be grateful for that fact. Is there anything else you need me for?” “No. Take however long you need to get back in the game, but stay alert. Just because you’re taking R&R., don’t let your guard down.”

Killian was sitting on the center sofa. He did not look like the cold, buttoned-up Don today. He wore dark trousers and a black dress shirt, but the top three buttons were completely undone. The fabric hung loose, exposing the thick, scarred muscle of his chest. He was leaning back comfortably, his long legs stretched out under the glass coffee table, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa. His dark hair was messy, falling slightly over his forehead like he had run his hands through it multiple times.

"Oh No sir, this is too big for me, I'm sure there is a more qualified person who will benefit more from this" "As the New CEO of The Lores™ NY, I am certain that you are the most qualified" "But... CEO, no... that's not...I mean" "Don't worry, the transition is going to be smooth, Killian has been preparing for this for the last five years" "I don't want to sound rude sir but, where is Killian going to work?" "Killian is moving to Africa, today, didn't he fill you in? "I..." "I'm sorry if he was in a rush, he seems to be a nervous groom"

ELARA “How can you be smiling when your reputation is in tatters, in shreds, sugar?” My head, which had been bent over my laptop as I focused on the glowing screen, snapped toward my doorpost. Killian stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking deceptively relaxed. He was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, paired with black suit pants and polished Italian shoes. His sleeves were folded back toward his elbows, exposing forearms that spoke of a strength he rarely had to exert.

“I just have a feeling – the more evidence I have, the better. I wouldn’t be surprised if those closest to Harrison don’t try and talk him out of the rejection. I need an undeniable STACK of proof.” Killian thought for a second, then nodded in agreement. “I can help. I actually know the arena owner.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “And how exactly do you know him?” “Is now the time to ask questions like that?” Killian’s voice was lighthearted, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he did in his free time. I grabbed my coffee and followed Killian into the living room. The phone was already ringing on speaker when we sat.

A swift kick sent me crashing to the floor, the air rushing out of my lungs. Killian grinned as the crowd roared, screaming his nickname- the killer- from all sides. I struggled to my feet, and then he was coming for me once more, Instincts kicking in, I shifted right, avoiding the crushing fist aimed at my spleen. Back against the rope, I bombarded Killian with a hail of fast short jabs to his torso, trying to win some space and deliver a knee-strike. My knuckles burned as I managed to side-step and finish the combo with a powerful kick to the middle of Killian's chest, throwing the bigger man to the opposite rope, where he crashed and fell, and the roar of the crowd rose to a crescendo.

CHAPTER SIXTY: Jade’s POV Sheila’s mouth parted slightly. For a second, she did not even look angry. She looked stunned. Like she could not process the fact that Killian Montclair had just chosen my side so publicly. Beside her, the footballer reacted differently. His face lit up like Christmas morning. "Oh!" he said, straightening his shoulders. "Montclair. Pleasure to meet you. Kieran Stone." He stretched out his hand confidently. Killian did not move. He did not even blink. His gaze stayed on Sheila like Kieran did not exist, like the man’s extended hand was simply air. Kieran’s smile faltered, but he tried to hold it, standing there with his hand out like an idiot.

I looked at Keane, who was leaning up against the railing, his eyes still pinned on where she last stood. “Feel better?” I asked. “You wanted to catch her, and we did.” Keane said nothing for a long moment, but Teague spoke up. “I see your obsession with her, man.” He whistled between his teeth. “Those fucking legs go on for days.” “She’s a beauty,” I agreed, imagining running my hands through that dark, color-streaked brown hair. “A fighter, too. Why is she here?” “Dunno,” Keane said finally. “Since that last nurse bitch Malorie got fired, I haven’t been able to get into student files.”

Killian was thrilled each time we added a new baby into the mix. Killian went to college for engineering. Henry went to the Air Force to be a pilot. Jacob went for architecture. And our littlest baby, Gus went to be a veterinarian. My heart couldn't be fuller, all the trials and tribulations we went through to get to this point in our lives have been more than worth it. I look around at our family gathered in the stands. Laura and chandler sit close together talking animatedly with Killian. We've really over come everything.