Ouat Killian の小説・ストーリー

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

He leaned down slightly, his dangerous, intoxicating scent of mint and expensive cologne wrapping around me. "Let's get one thing straight, Maya," he whispered, his voice dropping into a harsh, threatening tone. "This fucked-up marriage between our parents? It stays behind these walls. It must remain a secret." I blinked, the harshness of his words striking my already bruised heart like a physical blow. "What?" "You heard me," Killian sneered, his gray eyes piercing right through me. "I don't want a single person at school or anywhere else to know that I am related to the likes of you. We are not family."

“Keep calling my words stupid, you bastard. I don’t care.” “Oh, you will care.” Killian spat, already looking stressed. Before I knew it, he pulled out a pack of cigarettes, lit one, took a long drag, and exhaled slowly. Then he turned those bloodshot eyes on me. “I get why you punched me, Lucian. And you too, D.” He jerked his head toward Darius, who didn’t look like he gave two fucks about Killian’s words. “Aria provoked me. She called me names… hell, insulted me in ways no omega ever dared. Why the fuck didn’t I realize who she really was back then?!”

He wanted it to sink deep into my skull so I would never forget exactly how this happened. “I want to save you the stress of ever meeting me in person by doing this now. I don’t know what you’re called, or if you even have a name. But I, Khalid Williams, reject you, pathetic Omega, as my mate.”