Killian Ouat Novels & Stories

“SO LADIES AND THEIR GENTLEMEN, GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR PLAYERS!” The crowd erupted in louder cheers as I spotted multiple players making their way to their bikes, donning matching suits, padded jackets, and helmets. I effortlessly located Killian with a curious gaze. Standing tall and commanding attention, he stood distinct from the crowd, his physique accentuated by his broad shoulders and sleek, all-black ensemble. Striking red stripes adorned his padded jacket, complimenting the design of his helmet. Although his face remained concealed, his pale blue eyes sparkled brilliantly behind the transparent glass.

she said, her voice full of pride. “Anyway, bye — see you then…” She hung up immediately. The phone buzzed again almost right away. Photos started flooding in. I opened the first one and froze. Killian was gorgeous. Tall, broad-shouldered, with sharp jawline, dark hair, and intense eyes that seemed to stare straight through the screen. In one photo he was smiling, holding the baby. In another he was shirtless by a pool, muscles glistening. My breath hitched. Immediately, I felt a new rush of fresh wetness leaking out of my slick cunt.

Stricken with fear, I dared to twirl around and my eyes almost fell out of their sockets when I bumped into master Kieran. I choked hard, coughing loudly as I flew away from him. My eyes began to water both from fear of being caught and choking on the grape. “You must be enjoying yourself.” He finished with a nod. Although his tone was light, his eyes were anything but cool. A shiver ran through me when I dared to meet his eyes. Never have I seen a soul as empty as his. He looked so cold and defiant, like he had nothing to lose and only now, did I confirm the few rumors of some slaves that had been unfortunate enough to cross him.

“I was the one who called your university, Katerina, and I was the one who made all the payments and transactions based on Nathan’s orders. Do you really believe that I would want to harm you in any way? Fucks sake, the man is your husband and whatever you’re getting from him is your right to have…” “And that is why everyone here sees me as a bloody gold digger” I snapped as tears fell from my eyes. Us standing out on the sidewalk only made passerby neighbors look at us. However, neither one of them dared to look twice after earning glares from Carter “you can withdraw whatever you or Nathan paid, I don’t care, I don’t want this…”

“I don’t make deals blindly. Especially not with men who play games for a living.” He chuckled, swirling the whiskey in his glass. “Then let me make this easy for you. Damian has been funneling money through offshore accounts, tied to shell companies that don’t legally exist. And I know where to find the proof.” The air between us thickened. I had expected leverage. But not this. “How?” I asked carefully. Killian tilted his head, his expression unreadable. “Let’s just say I’ve been in the right rooms, with the right people.”

Rain check? Killian Castellani- Alright. We can reschedule for a day after your emergency is dealt with. I put my phone away; I wasn't returning to the Stripe to announce anything quite yet. I picked up the files we had on Thomas Mills, looking to see if there was anything we missed, on where he could be or what he even looked like.

“Take out knees. No mercy.” The men split. Killian surged forward like a bullet, rolling low and coming up with a sidearm. One shot. Two. The first man went down with a grunt. The second flinched but tried to retaliate. A shot cracked from behind—Killian’s backup had his six. Only one enemy remained. Killian vaulted a cart and slammed into him, both tumbling to the floor. “Why now?” Killian snarled, kneeing the man in the chest. “Why not wait till Declan and Nikolai actually died?”

It seemed as if he was sitting protectively in from of me but I knew better than that. Mr. and Mrs. Athanas' face pales when they see Killian, they didn't expect him to be here. “Ki-Killian.. what are you doing here?" Mr Athanas stuttered, looking surprised. "You didn't tell me he was the one that dropped you off,” Mr. Athanas glared at me furiously, it seemed like he wanted to push the blame on me.

Killian got himself a pair of athletic shorts, but he didn’t bother with a top. He’s got his arms crossed, glaring again, his pecs and abs and the V dipping into his shorts all carved with precision. There’s a fine dusting of fair hair down the valley of his six pack, disappearing into his waistband. It looks soft. The muscles look rock hard. My fingers twitch. I quickly cross my arms, tucking my hands tight against my chest. “We’re not mates,” he spits, finally breaking the silence. It sounds like an accusation.

She had written all the way up to the last act, and now she just had to figure out the ending. “How about you?” Audrey asked. She knew Killian had been busy too. Not only that he was heading two of the largest corporations in America, but he also just made Forbes’s World’s 25 richest billionaires list. Killian was really taking the world by storm. “I did okay, but there’s always more to do,” he shrugged nonchalantly. He’d be doing billion dollar deals from his living room and he acted like it was nothing. “Hey, listen. If you wanna get more work done, just tell me. I can take a few days off work. The doula and I can handle her, you don’t even have to lift a finger,”