Travis Kelce Kiss Marry Kill Novels & Stories

I dropped to my knees before him and begged in a pitiful voice, "Dylan, I signed a deal with a system to help you regain your glory. I will die if I don't successfully register our marriage within five years. "I don't care what you do with Lynette after the marriage. I'm just begging for you to give me a way out of this and let me live!" Dylan was beyond touched when he heard what I said. His tone softened. "You're mistaken. Lynette and I are only regular colleagues. Also, everything I'm doing is for the company and for our home. I will never marry anyone other than you. "You don't have to worry about anything, Felicia. I will definitely still make it even if they threaten me with a knife!"

I just saw the boy I had loved three years ago. “Why did you really do it, Damian?” I asked softly, the question slipping out before I could stop it. “Why did you really marry me? You could have picked anyone. You could have picked Victoria.” Damian’s hand tightened on my waist. He pulled me closer, until there was no space left between us. His face was inches from mine. “Because, Elara,” he whispered, his breath warm against my lips. “Victoria never broke my heart. And I need to make sure yours breaks exactly the same way.”

Sloane hit her hand hard on her wheel in frustration. My nerve is not heightened, so I feel that's a good sign. The hate messages that were sent to my private chat were so many. I can't even see what it is that's causing the uproar because of how many messages I keep receiving. “Let's check here.” Sloane presses a message that leads us to a post. Headline - “Annika Brooker forces Ares Brooker to sign a divorce, disowns Charles Hart as Father for Monetary Freedom.” A picture of me smiling, while I hold the other end of the divorce papers as I receive them from Ares, under the tagged headline.

My heartbeat climbed, as though he might be about to say something that could change everything. “If you’ve changed your mind,” he said at last, his voice low, “I’ll speak to the Elder. We can call the marriage off.” My chest tightened. “Why would I regret it?” “Because…” He dropped his gaze. “Because the one you’ve always loved is my brother.”

He walked up right behind me. His large hands clamped down on my bare waist. He pulled my back completely flush against his solid chest. I gasped quietly, my hands instinctively flying up to cross over my collarbones, trying desperately to hide myself in the tiny black nightgown. I felt sick with vulnerability. Killian lowered his head. He pressed a hot, deliberate kiss to the side of my neck, right over one of the dark bruises he had left there. "I brought you a wedding gift, my beautiful wife," Killian murmured softly against my skin, though the microphone picked up every single syllable. "I thought you would be happy. I thought, why not let you talk to your loving father?"

"You are one hot momma." "I'm your hot momma." "Come here. It's a shame to take this off, so we'll leave it on for a while." "Whatever the star quarterback wants." "The star quarterback wants his wife screaming." His hands cupped my ass and pulled me close, taking my mouth at the same time. After the kiss ended, he placed kisses over my neck and exposed collarbone. "Fuck me, Killian." "My pleasure." And, my husband made me scream. *** Ready for more football with a visit from Killian? END OF PART ONE

“By the authority vested in me by the State of New York, I now declare you husband and wife. You may kiss your bride.” Killian inches closer, his nose grazing mine gently before he parts his lips and tenderly kisses mine, soft yet urgent, desperate yet at ease, under the gazebo as I barely manage to contain myself. I’m waiting for him to wake me up and tell me this is all a dream. The most beautiful dream where I just took the biggest leap of faith known to mankind. “Are we m… married?” My voice is quivering. “You better believe it, Mrs. Kelly.” *************

“Think fast. I’ll be booking tickets to Greece before the SAPS team finds us.” I panicked, unable to focus. I had no wish to get caught and punished by my dad. Killian was at least better than him or Rafael Ortiz. “Yes. I’ll be your girlfriend.” I looked up to see the satisfaction in his eyes. It was gone immediately, replaced by aloofness. He picked up his phone to book the tickets. “And marriage? Will you marry me as well?” I had no time to think. He didn’t even go down on one knee before me. Yet it was the only way out for me. “Yes. I’ll marry you.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.” “It should,” she said. “Because now the story makes sense.” There again… “story”. I’m really starting to dislike that word. Like my life had somehow turned into something people could pick apart and explain like it belonged to them. I ended the call after a bit and lowered my phone slowly, then looked at Damon. “Well,” I said, “I guess this just got more complicated.” “If anything,” he said, “it got easier.” I frowned. “Easier?” “You have a reason now,” he replied. “People won’t question the kiss as much.”

Kelvin watched the retreating figures and suddenly exclaimed, "Thinking back now, Kisa had it rough. We were biased against her after all." "Hiss! Mr. Hoover, what are you doing? Are you getting sentimental since you're about to become a dad?" "Get lost, you don't even have a girlfriend. You don't understand anything." "I have a girlfriend. I have Felicity, even though she hasn't talked to me in days. She's definitely just busy." Kelvin was speechless. Kisa almost ran to catch up with Gilbert. He walked too fast with his long legs and the distance between them widened again before she could catch her breath.