Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

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.

ELARA Liam and Julian both lunged forward, grabbing Killian by his shoulders and his waist, putting their entire weight into pulling him back. But Killian didn't even budge. His muscles were locked in a state of murderous rage, his fists continuing to smash into Shawn’s face. It was only when my voice pierced through his consciousness a third time—crying out his name in a pleading sob—that Killian’s fist froze mid-air. He slowly let out a ragged breath, his chest heaving violently. He rose to his feet, stepping back as Liam and Julian finally managed to guide him away.

[End of Flashback] Seeing that I remained silent, Killian fixed his gaze on my daughter, frowning in displeasure, "Why is it a girl? Don’t you know the Moretti‌’s family rule? It clearly stipulates that the heir must be male. How am I supposed to explain this to the family if you only give me a daughter?" It finally dawned on me that Killian thought the daughter in my arms was his. I let out a cold, humorless laugh. I never thought he could be so delusional. I had waited for Killian my entire previous life in vain. How could he possibly expect me to make the same mistake again? Suppressing the anger rising in my chest, I took a deep breath and stepped back, shielding my daughter. "You've mis

She spoke to Jacques in french and i knew she was talking about me because she kept on stealing frequent glances in my direction. “Oui, il l'est. Il s'appelle Kilian Dobrev. C'est un designer et aussi un de mes amis. (Yes, he is. His name is Killian Dobrev. He's a designer and also a friend of mine)”. Jacques replied while I took a seat in front of them before shaking hands with Miss Raquel. “Nice to meet you, Mr Killian.” She mumbled and I just couldn't take my eyes away from her beautiful perfect flawless face and cherry ruby lips.

His breath heavy, mine ice cold. “Yours?” I repeated softly, cocking my head. “You think a piece of paper makes me yours?” “That’s right.” I dragged my gaze over him. Down. Then back up. Slowly. Letting my disgust show in every glance. “I have seen bigger dicks on twelve-year-olds. If that sad excuse for masculinity is what’s keeping you afloat, Killian, you are already drowning.” The women gasped, and one even choked on her laughter. Killian’s face turned red with anger. “You fucking bitch…”

Premier explain then chuckled afterward. "You know what? It's better to shut up your mouth and just finish your food. So that, we can able to continue the proposal to finish it! Not this! It's nonsense man, and it doesn't matter if that woman owes something to me. You have nothing to do about that. You are out about this thing." Killian seriously replied in annoyance. Uno burst out into laughter because of his friend's reaction. He knew that he had no interest in women since his fiancée left him before the wedding day. He doesn't trust women since then.

“I’m not. Who wants to be mated to Killian Kelly?” Kennedy shudders. “I’m not sure if he smells like the gym, or if the gym smells like him.” “He yells a lot,” Annie adds. “And all the females always talk about his dick.” Mari wrinkles her nose, disapproving. My wolf snarls. She can pipe down. It’s the truth. Killian’s a manwhore. It’s nothing to us. “I heard his wolf had his first kill when he was only nine years old,” Mari says.

However, Killian is an enemy. As Tiffany continued to train in the forest, unaware of the presence watching her, Killian Montgomery, a formidable enemy, observed her every move with a calculating gaze. Killian was a werewolf from a rival pack, driven by a deep-seated vendetta against Tiffany's family. Killian had spent years honing his abilities, becoming an expert in masking his scent and remaining undetected. He knew that Tiffany possessed incredible powers, and he saw her as a threat to his own plans for dominance. Killian believed that by eliminating Tiffany, he could weaken her family's influence and seize control for himself.

"Don't do this, Killian; you’ve been better for months; don’t destroy yourself; you need to heal soon; it’s been two years." "Fuck you, Deon,” Killian mutters as he stands up from the lounge chair, passing Deon by and bumping his friend's shoulder hard enough to show his anger. Before he walked out of the room. The minute he walked into the main club, loud thumps of music thrummed through him as he walked outside of the club. He then walked out fast into the cold night, with people lined outside, some shocked to see the billionaire extraordinaire, Killian Grey, in a drunken outfit.