Ouat Killian Novels & Stories

"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.

He just wants to make sure Andrea won't be hurt if she learns about him and Sebastian. "There's a boy here. I think he is hot." And here is his answer. "Nope. You are not dating any stoner or a wannabe murderer." Killian deadpans. He can't let his only sister ruin her dating life like this. "But he is hot." Killian rolls his eyes even though she can't see it, " And he just does petty theft. Nothing I haven't done myself." Andrea adds.

With Killian on his side, he could dominate the entire mafia world. Killian's father had worked for Xavier's father back in the 1960s and 1970s. He owed his life to him. Ever since Killian's father passed on, Killian had taken over but was forced to take a break for a while because he had met the love of his life in London. Unfortunately, that only lasted for five years before his wife was brutally murdered by an urban drug lord.

It was like walking on thin ice, or on the edge of the blade- he always felt so when he was talking to Killian. He most likely had slipped this time again. But then Killian spoke. “Gean was going to help us, I was sure of it. I was more than sure. But then Richard pulled his strings- he way he always does, only to rub it in my face, and to show me I was nothing without him.That I can’t really have anyone I can rely on, besides him. “ Killian’s hands closed in a tighter fist as he went on speaking. “He is the kind of person who will do anything only to show everyone around him he is right. It never mattered whether that would cost him money, or time, or someone’s life. As long as he was th

"Erm... Could you two not forget the single males who are about to wind up with blue balls? My dick is already swelled from not being able to reach Lala due to an interruption by my loving sisters-in-law." Killian grumbled, breaking the silence with his usual crude humor. “Speaking of interruptions, sister-in-law, did we at least put on a decent performance for you? Can you tell us whose dick is bigger between Seven’s and—” Killian trailed off when he felt every hair on his skin rise from the death stare he was receiving.

“I don’t understand anything you’ve been saying. Who are you, really? And why are you helping me?” “You really want to know?” He asked, with this strange look in his eyes, almost like he was mocking me. “Yes,” I said and nodded. “I want to know.” He leaned back against the wall and crossed his arms. “Well, like, you know, I’m Killian. But what you don’t know is my full name—killian Kane. I’m the first son of the Kane’s family, the real heir to the Chitox company. I’m also Rowan’s elder brother.”

DADDY COME FAST. --- Meanwhile — Upper Deck. Killian sat across from Mr. Martin in the private lounge, pretending to focus on his friend’s endless chatter about business expansions and luxury partnerships. “Killian,” Martin chuckled, swirling his drink. “You’ve been staring at your phone for five minutes. Don’t tell me you’re missing your wife already.” Killian looked up sharply. “She’s not my wife. Not yet.” His last words came out as a whisper. Martin raised a brow. “Sure. Then why do you look like you’d kill someone if another man even smiles at her?”

*** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

“Killian! How shameless can you be? How can you say something like that? You know our pup can hear you!” “Oh, is that so?” Killian grinned, completely unfazed by her swat. He caught her hands, pinning them gently against his chest as he looked deep into the blue ocean of her eyes. “Then let our pup know early on that his father is completely, helplessly devoted to his mother.”

His hands were everywhere—claiming my waist, my thighs, marking me through the fabric of my dress. "I don't care about the cure for myself," Killian whispered against my lips, his breath hot and smelling of mint and adrenaline. "But for him... for our son... I will tear the Moretti Estate apart brick by brick to get it. And then, I will kill every last person who knows our names." The flight to Italy took us across the Ionian Sea, flying low to avoid the Russian radar nets. While Julian navigated the political and literal minefields, Killian and I were locked in a world of our own in the back of the chopper.