Travis Kelce Kiss Marry Kill Novels & Stories

My dreams are coming true. Killian reached out, taking my hands in his. “Giselle, I will marry you,” he said, his voice low and earnest. “I will try to be a good husband to you. I will try to forget Astrid and learn to love you as my life, but I want you to know that it will take time—“

His face was more darker now. “I’m still your wife, Killian, in the name of the paper and the church. Everyone knows that we are married,” I said to him firmly. I wanted him to understand me. I sighed deeply and looked at him with hopeful eyes. “Why don’t we try to make this marriage work, Killian?” He looked taken aback at what I just said before his eyes turned cold. “Work this out, ha? Marriage is pure bullshit, Cassandra. It doesn’t work.”

Since Kelsey threw herself into Cooper’s arms after she got home last night, Tyler believed she must be coming to him again to feed more lies. Tyler had made it clear to Kelsey that yesterday was the last time. He gave her one last chance, and that was the last time he trusted her. Kelsey did not take him seriously and was still stuck with Cooper. Well, she could not blame Tyler for wanting nothing to do with her anymore. Pinned on his lap, Kelsey did not put up a fight and even seized her chance to hold his waist. She looked into his eyes and said, “I want to marry you.”

We stayed curled together while the monitors finally settled, while the ashes of the last attack disappeared into the city’s sewers far below. Outside, news alerts began exploding across every screen in the country: EVELYN CHASE RE-ARRESTED FOR FORGING CELESTE HART’S DIVORCE PAPERS. ATTEMPT TO DISSOLVE MARRIAGE WHILE WIFE FIGHTS LEUKEMIA. Inside our room, Killian kissed the ring on my finger the one engraved Forever is non-negotiable and spoke the only vow that still mattered. “They can keep trying,” he said. “They’ll run out of lies long before we run out of fight.”

“Any comment on the SEC investigation?” I smiled without answering, the expression I had perfected over months of media training. Gracious but mysterious, supportive but independent. Let them speculate. The gate doors opened, and Killian walked through like he owned the building. His security team flanked him, but his attention was focused entirely on me. The space between us disappeared in three long strides. “Miss me?” he asked, his hands found my waist. “Every second.” He kissed me, hard and claiming, while cameras captured every angle. This wasn't just a reunion—it was a statement. A declaration that we had survived everything thrown at us and emerged stronger.

“By the power vested in me by the state of Nevada and the spirit of rock and roll… I now pronounce you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride—and you better make it worth the flight, son.” I pulled Beth into my arms. And I kissed her like she was my forever. Because she was. And then Elvis—deadpan—added, “That’s the best damn kiss I’ve seen all week. And I married a couple dressed as Chewbacca and Princess Peach yesterday.”

, Truce continued. “I have a boyfriend, so please stop asking that question, Truce”, Mayeli replied quietly. Killian reached out for his glass of wine and downed the whole content. He could barely breathe at the moment. Truce was still talking, but Killian couldn't make out his words. He was sinking. Sinking into the deep hole her words had just created. She seemed to have so much fun messing with him. He ignored her throughout the rest of the meal, and when they got back to the hotel. He bade her Mom, her sister, and the kids goodbye, and headed hurriedly for his black Tesla Model S Plaid. He needed a distraction from the pain he was feeling.

He simply executed a quick, decisive kiss—one that was less tactical maneuver and more genuine claim. We drove away, the night lit by the satisfied flashes of the cameras. The headline would be perfect: Schulz and Fiancée Dismiss Scandal with Passionate Kiss: Commitment Confirmed. "He's ready for you, Khloe," Sebastian said, his voice deep with anticipation as we entered the penthouse. "He's seen the power. Now, we make him pay the price." Elias Mcfeller was due in New York in less than twenty-four hours. We were prepared to face the past, together, and establish the terms of our future.

Although the words stuck in my throat, my body was screaming for me to kiss him and, for a brief minute, forget the chaos of my life. He then gave me a kiss. It wasn't a tentative, slow kiss. It was intense and furious, like a fire starting inside of me. His lips meeting mine caused something inside of me to burst open, even if I hadn't anticipated it. Breathless, my eyes wide, I withdrew. "What the hell was that?" Yemi remained unflinching. He just grinned, his eyes full of laughter. "Exactly what you needed." A hand grabbed my shoulder before I could reply, pulling me back into the unprepared reality.