Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

I started, her piercing eyes turned to me, cutting me off immediately. “Did I ask you to speak?” She asked, her nose upturned as she stared glaring at me. Her looks tell me that she thought of me as nothing else than dirt underneath her shoes. “Ruelle is my fiancee, I request you talk to her with respect,” Killian said, pushing his wheelchair closer. Mrs. Lexington looked at Killian who was sitting close to the table and looked at me, slowly she picked up her teacup, her eyes shining with evil.

Emotions hung heavy in the air, and it was clear that something significant had occurred between them. The men who had never seen their boss being abused before fell into silence. Apart from being the future Lycan king, Killian was also the leader of the biggest and most dangerous mafia group in the country, people feared him and would hate to even be in the same room as him. he was nicknamed Killian the death walker because people said seeing him was the same as seeing the Grim Reaper. So far the first time they had seen their boss getting hit by a woman. They immediately knew that Lisa had signed her death by herself.

~ Killian ~ Killian’s steps were filled with conviction. Normally, Killian was always calm and levelheaded. He’d think and re-think his decision before taking any action. But this time, there was no time to think. Killian knew he had to act fast. Otherwise, he would regret this for the rest of his life. Flipping a fúcking coin, he scoffed to himself. Fúcking worst decision I’ve ever made. Caspian was now busy talking with Audrey’s dad and Audrey was talking and laughing with her friends. Killian didn’t think twice and he stood right behind her. Mikey and Olivia saw him first and they gestured for Audrey to turn around.

, he says and I frown, looking at him. “My name is Connor O’Clery, I am Killian’s father, and I am here to help’, he says and I gasp raising both my hands to cover my mouth. I look at Elliot and Theo, and they both nod their heads. What the fuck? He is supposed to be dead, Killian believes his dad is dead and now here he is, standing in front of me.

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.

* Expressionless, Killian snapped Dad's neck. Two elderly corpses lay on the expensive carpet, blood pooling around them. Killian stood between the bodies, gasping for air. His gaze shifted from confusion to shock, and finally to utter dead silence. He looked at his hands and suddenly let out a laugh that made my blood run cold: "Hahahaha..." "Is this love?" "Love is a weakness! Love is death!" "I don't need this! No one gets close to me ever again!" [Player Keal: Deceased.]

And if he was leaving, not staying here, she didn't have to worry about the messy aftermath. Right. You just keep saying that. If she was honest with herself, though, it really had to do with the appeal surrounding Killian like a cloud of electricity. His black shirt and jeans had emphasized his lean, rangy yet muscular body and made his eyes as dark as ebony. The square jaw and high cheekbones framed a face accented by thick brows and lashes. There was a tiny scar at one corner of his mouth and another faint one running down his left cheekbone. She knew via the grapevine he worked on a ranch outside the town where he lived in Montana. Had he gotten them there, or was he a brawler, wearing h

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.

“In case you forgot, your Ivanov boss believes you to be dead. I am curious about what he would be doing when he finds out that you managed to escape him.” The mention of Killian made me frown and I knew that he believed that he ticked a sensitive nerve that I didn’t want him touching. Killian shooting me was an act of ‘treason’ in their eyes, especially since they believe that it was for Eleanor. “It is a shame that a man like Killian chose his woman over you. You know, he barely met her a few years ago, and you are a man who grew up with him. Yet, he simply chose her over you and you couldn’t say a word about it. I doubt that it is something that…”

She nodded her head over to Killian and we once again returned our gaze to the Boss. Killian didn't say anything for a few moments. He continued taking a sip of the coffee from the mug, and the living room went as quieter than it should. Was he pissed? I don't give a fuck if he was anyway—they called mortals slaves, even though I would have to agree some humans were disgusting, no way would I be called a fucking slave! "Ronan," Killian called as he slowly took the mug away from his lips. "Do you want to go to hell again to experience how it feels to burn?" His gaze was on the guy on his left side.