Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

“Is it mine or Mum and Dad's fault that you don't have a husband yet? If you marry a rich husband, everyone will know you exist.” “That's it! I'm gonna teach her a lesson!” Zach rolled up his sleeves, about to slap the arrogant girl, But someone caught his hand mid-air. “Dude, let go!” “I know, she's a bit troublesome,” Killian admitted. “Isn't she my lovely wife, however? Zach Olsen, she's no longer your Little Sis.” “And who do you think you are?” Zach was beyond himself, ready to tackle the man. “The AG Group’s savior.” Killian released Zach's hand and pulled Lilian to his side protectively. “I won't take it easy with anyone that tries to hurt my wife.”

“Oh, for the love of Captain Hammer’s nipples. Yes, that’s all. We met for coffee. We talked. I played the whole ‘wanting to get to know you’ game. He was . . . nice enough. I guess.” “Nice enough? Well fuck me in the ass with a splintery wooden spoon and call me Sally Struthers . . . Sarah Killian, you little goodie-girl, you like this guy, don’t you?” “Will you please not use my fucking real name while we are on assignment? And no, I do not like Duke Anderson. He’s a low-life hillbilly hick who I wouldn’t even give a passing glance to if it weren’t for this damn mission.”

Even then, that was short. It didn’t stop them from having their first child, a son. “Killian, will you snap my dress up please?” Killian stalked up behind his mother. He was tall, ever the handsome young noble he would be. Unfortunately, that wasn’t what he craved. He had become deeply interested in the Death Flock, an assassin organization turned secret guard to the true royals that should have the crown.

Jack Moore smirked. A satisfactory thing seeing the shocking expression on him Killian's face. "Guess you're not the only one good with surprise, Killian Dante." He chuckled, arms spread in mock triumph. "I am not dead. I'm very much alive." He pulled Cassandra to his body in a way that showed possessiveness.

Killian 's usual unwavering dedication to his work seemed momentarily overshadowed. Killian had always been meticulous, striving for perfection in everything he did. He preferred solitude, ensuring that no one could disrupt his focus, not even Ginni , whom he cherished deeply. Unexpectedly, Killian broke the silence by abruptly asking about her well-being. This question caught Black off guard, causing him to divert his gaze from his troubled friend, only to find Killian now staring intently at him.

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

“What kind?” Before she could speak, the blond, Teague, stood up next to Keane. Muscles rippled and flexed beneath his white tee shirt, and it took me a moment to focus again on the words. “The game is called The Hunt,” he explained, drawing what looked like a half-empty bottle of wine from beneath his chair. He held it up and popped the cork, and I breathed a sigh of relief. Whatever the wine had to do with it, I could do it easily.

Grips and gaffers hurriedly maneuvered equipment, and the makeup artist tried to figure out how to make a fresh wound look convincingly painful. In the midst of this backstage circus, Kat screamed a name. "Killian Anderson. No fucking way!" Ah, Killian – heir to the Anderson production, reportedly arrogant, undeniably rich, and, according to the rumor mill, as handsome as a demigod. Now, this was the kind of gossip I could get behind.

That is the most obvious question I can ask. “I don't have the answer to that,” he says calmly, before holding his hand out for me to take. For the first time, I take it, and he leads me outside. Cassian is already organizing search teams, and he gives me a small wave. I walk over to him, looking at all the people that he has organized, and the locations that they are supposed to search. I turn just in time to see Killian picking weapons. He is definitely going to take things into his own hands. The look that he is giving tells me everything. He is determined to find his mate.

They pause and give each other looks. "So we just killed the leader of the obsidian mafia, and his only heir is right here." Says scary guy. "Not exactly... Nara who is his son?" "Killian ... He was adopted from Venezuela at ten years old. He's twenty right now." His son. My adopted cousin. The day I left our estate Killian was seeing it for the first time. We exchanged one glance, looking into each other's eyes. He watched our car drive away. We were two naive, young souls. Not aware of the horrid things I was separated from, or the horrid things he was just brought into.