Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

We were able to rescue some Supernatural's, Humans, and Animals and stop some drug distributions but it cost lives on both sides. After an hour of looking, I had found nothing. I put the files back into their box and logged out of my computer and laptop. I put my laptop into my bag, before picking up the box and leaving my office. I walked past the night cleaning crew and took the elevator down to the lobby. I walked outside and my driver and oldest friend was there waiting. "Alpha Killian," Flynn greeted opening my door. I put the box in before I got in. He shut the door and was soon driving us both back to the Stripes territory. I took out my phone when it started ringing; It was Ms. Oakle

Good for them. “Arrange a flight for tomorrow night and then a meeting with Karamazov tomorrow morning. Forward me the details when you're done," Killian spoke to one female in a suit. That was when I listened to him. Like really listened to him. He has a British accent. Although not very strong but it was there. As much as I wouldn't like to admit, I had a weak spot for British accents. And hearing him speak like that did things to me. A slow smile appeared on my face.

We continued dinner in silence, until Mia’s brother said something to Maverick. I really need to know their names. “What are your names, please?” The nonchalant one from earlier raised his gaze up at me. “I’m Killian.” While the one who had pushed me into the pool smiled before replying. “I’m Miller.” I nodded and flashed both a smile. Killian didn’t return the smile, well, not as if I expected him to. He is just like Maverick and maybe because they are related and obviously shares the same brain cell.

You’re his weakness, the other man's ego eating an apple simply stated as continued eating as if I wasn’t there. You’re going to jail for this. Jail ? “The bitch” the one that had just said mockingly as he started laughing hysterically as if he was pissed. Don’t get me wrong sweetheart you seem to think like a fucking faggot there’s no jail nothing like that for us I promise you. As for Killian he ran a dirty business on our boss and we lost a little something and our boss is so vengeful on getting it back but trust us when we say Killian is a careful man that man is full blown psychopath.

Thank goodness for Reginald's quick thinking, he brought with him men to stop them from over-crowding. Cameras flashed Microphones were shoved my way… “What do you have to say about the accusations?” “Dr. Kuntz, why haven't you been in contact with your father for ten years?” “Is it true that you derive pleasure in killing men like your father?” “My client has nothing to say about these accusations, she believes in the country's judicial system, and I implore you all to also believe in it.” Reginald said to the media team before we walked in.

I turned to him, his eyes still on me. "By the way, I never did get your name after…" "After you pulled me away from the hotel bar and fucked my brains out?" He finished for me, making me laugh awkwardly. "Yeah." "I know your name though, miss Mia Perez." "But yours is?" I pressed, holding his gaze. "My name's Killian. Killian Carter." Carter? As in Kade's family name? They were too alike and this was too much of a coincidence to be anything else. Killian had to be Kade's brother, or his cousin, or his twin to have completely fooled me.

Kael's voice cracked on the second word. Brie's voice came from the end of the line, hollowed out. "Killian. What did you do?" "He was r*pi*g Onika." Killian's voice was steady but stripped bare. "I walked in on it. I stopped it the only way I could in that moment." "By slitting his throat?" Dante stared at him. "You couldn't restrain him? You couldn't find another way?" "There was no other way." "There is always another—" Dante yelled.

Killian Vane. Killian looked nothing like the troubled teenager she remembered from years ago. His hair was a dark, controlled mess, his skin was tanned from years spent abroad, and there was a predatory glint in his obsidian eyes. If Dominic was the fire that consumed, Killian was the deep ocean—calm on the surface, but capable of drowning you without a second's notice. "Sorry for the intrusion, Dominic. I didn't realize the renovations on my London flat would take this long," Killian said, his voice a low, gravelly rasp that felt like a physical touch against Sienna’s skin.

Mike asked, already walking towards them, not looking away from Killian. “I was saying, “ Andy began, “This is Killian O’Dwyer. The man who is our customer’s advisor. Mike, you look… different. ” Andy added eventually and Mike ignored him. He extended his hand at Killian. “Michael. Nice to meet you.” Killian hesitated, his eyes landing on Mike’s outstretched hand. Something passed Killian's beautiful face. Perhaps it was a surprise. Mike’s coat wasn’t covering the skin above his wrist and Killian was seeing the scars there. But even if he’d noticed them, Killian didn’t say anything.

She turned to speak, but Killian's arms wrapped around her, drawing her into his arms protectively. "What did you just do, Mom? She is my mate and wife!" "It is over my dead body that you would accept an Omega, not to mention marrying her." Killian stepped closer to his mother, looking her straight in the eye. "Listen, Mom. You are in for a lifetime of disappointment because Karla and I are already married and expecting our first pup in a few months. You will have to deal with it. And this should be the last time you ever lay a hand on my wife again; next time you do that, I swear to the goddess, I will forget you are my mother."