Killian Ouat Novels & Stories

After three mimosas, and feeling my spirits temporarily lifted, I decided to go see what the rest of the band was doing. Up in the penthouse, Killian was standing amongst a pile of suitcases playing his guitar. Ryan was sitting at his laptop, and Riley was nowhere to be seen. “You’re leaving already?” I asked Killian. “Got a noon flight to Heathrow,” he nodded, and took a puff on his joint. I remembered the stories Ryan had told me about Dr. Killian turning into Mr. Hyde… but wasn’t sure if I was supposed to let on that I knew. So I just said jokingly, “How are you going to survive the entire flight without any weed?”

It came out more standoffish than I’d intended. "I’m sorry, my name is Killian and I just wanted to come over here and tell you that I love your hair—your whole look actually,” he added, his dark brown eyes shy and his cheeks powdered with heat. “I don’t usually do this, but I just thought it would be a shame to let you go without at least complimenting you on that … and if you’re willing, I’d love to get a few pictures of you. I'll tag you on my socials. I’m a professional street photographer." Shit… what does he want.

Killian’s father, Alpha Damien Thorne, looked at his son, his gaze full of pride as he questioned, “Son, have you already identified your mate?” “Yes, father.” Killian frowned. He had known a long time ago that his mate was the worthless omega, whose job was to scrub the pack toilets every day. When he found out, he had been too ashamed to share the news with his parents, and he had been hoping that maybe the goddess was just playing a prank on him, and his real mate would show up today. But after looking around, only the smell of jasmine and fresh mint filled his nose. But there was no way he was going to accept that omega as his Luna. He did not want to become a laughingstock in the supern

DADDY COME FAST. --- Meanwhile — Upper Deck. Killian sat across from Mr. Martin in the private lounge, pretending to focus on his friend’s endless chatter about business expansions and luxury partnerships. “Killian,” Martin chuckled, swirling his drink. “You’ve been staring at your phone for five minutes. Don’t tell me you’re missing your wife already.” Killian looked up sharply. “She’s not my wife. Not yet.” His last words came out as a whisper. Martin raised a brow. “Sure. Then why do you look like you’d kill someone if another man even smiles at her?”

I cock my head to the side, now looking at the card. The event is in a few days. I cannot deny how nervous I am. I never knew Killian had family outside the ones I already know to begin with and that is just two people, Liam and Natalie. Don’t get me wrong, but one just never thinks far enough past the parents and siblings and both his parents are. . . . well, to put it frankly, unable to attend events. Unable to even breathe. Or see me to let me know they had siblings.

"Because he doesn't want you to worry about it." "Is that why he lied and said that it was because of an injury during the annual tournament?" Kieran nodded. "It's too easy to say that. His battle with Sean Olaire was the hardest, after all." Chloe's eyes went wide. Sean Olaire. She could vividly remember the face of that man who nearly killed her with a poisonous handshake. That guy said something about Lucian paying for what he did. "Who's Sean Olaire?" "One of the third year level in the academy." Kieran huffed a breath through his nose as if the thought that crossed his mind amused him. "His only goal was to bring the Seven down."

I'm not surprised. Killian Black isn't like every other wealthy bachelor in the city. I might dislike the man for no reason in particular, except he's a genuine asshole and a dick bag, but he's fine to the eyes. Killian Black is hot, sexy. He's that type of man you just can't get enough of by just staring at him. He's good looking, too attractive and that just seems to annoy me. He's an arrogant son of a bitch. I first encountered him the day he threatened to fire Keiran for nearly spilling a bottle of Scotch on him, and then he fired Kelly, Keiran's twin older brother, because he did a poor job of serving him his drink. I have never seen a conceited asshole like Killian Black before.

inquired the young girl, struggling to maintain her balance. "Well, I'm currently 8, but I'll be turning 9 later this year. Pretty amazing, huh?" responded Killian , sporting a wide grin aimed at the girl behind him. He eagerly anticipated reaching the age of 10 because that was when he would begin to feel a connection with his true soulmate, a bond that excited him greatly. Unbeknownst to young Killian , the future held something unexpected for him.

His eyes grew anxious as he continued, 'Right at this minute, Killian O'Hara has taken my fiancée back to his MC club and stripped her of her clothes so he can chain her to his bed. He fully intends to rape her and beat her until she submits to him and becomes his sex slave. This is the kind of man he truly is.'

Killian had scheduled this mandatory event to show off my stability and cement his six-week siege. Killian met me downstairs in the lobby. He was sharp and focused, and still wearing that tragedy mask about the Camille lie perfectly. He looked exactly like a man who was privately suffering but publicly committed to success. He didn't waste a single breath on small talk in the elevator. "The Millers are crucial for the next round of funding," he said, reviewing notes on his phone. "Focus on the long-term energy projections and avoid any discussion of the initial financial irregularities. Your role is purely scientific assurance."