Travis Kelce Kiss Marry Kill Novels & Stories

He had not expected Ciara to have investigated all his women—right down to the last detail too. Before he could say anything, though, Ciara added, “I don’t really care, you know. You’re the only person I like and the only person I wanna be with. All I need is for you to like me back! I don’t even care who you end up marrying! Remember? I didn’t stop you when you married Selena Lewis!” It was at that moment that an explosive shout came from outside. “Javier Kersey, you bratty pr*ck! Get your *ss over here right this instant!”

“And still be part of yours?” “Yes.” He nodded. A smile was waiting to blossom fully onto his face if I gave the right answer. “You will have to go to board meetings. And I'm expecting several one-on-one meetings between the CEO of Travel, Inc and Dream Vacations. Don't worry, though, I hear he's cute.” I laughed, tears running down my cheeks. “Yes. Yes, I will partner with you!” His face split into a grin that made my heart soar. In a smooth motion, he tipped his head forward and kissed me. Our teeth clicked together because we were both smiling so broadly that we couldn't stop, but I didn't care. It was a great kiss.

Roxanne slowly tightened her grip on the edge of her dress. “Then…” Her voice came out much softer now. “You think I belong to you?” Killian looked at her without blinking even once. “Isn’t that obvious?” Roxanne quickly looked away. Her face was beginning to grow warm for reasons she did not want to acknowledge. Meanwhile, Killian continued speaking in that same calm, emotionless tone. “We’re married.” His gaze remained fixed on her. “And I don’t like sharing what’s mine with anyone else.” Roxanne’s heart felt completely chaotic now.

He continued desperately, "But… but how could you marry Nicolas and have children? Didn't I tell you to wait for me at home? How could you betray me?" Killian's eyes turned red. He shouted at the top of his lungs, chest heaving. I just found him utterly ridiculous, "Betrayal? We've been divorced for ages! Why do I nod when you decide to get a divorce? Why do I stay right here when you want to come back? Do you think I'm soma dog you can call over and kick away whenever you want?” I couldn’t hold back the rage in my heart and fulminated against him, "Killian, have some shame! We have ended five years ago. The fact that I haven't sought revenge on you for five years is already the greatest mer

he whispered, leaning down until his lips brushed the shell of my ear, his hot breath making my skin prickle, "marital privilege is absolute. I will file a motion to quash the subpoena within ten minutes of the ceremony. The federal case against Vane Global dies, and your brother’s medical trust remains entirely funded." "Forever," I whispered, the weight of the word crushing my lungs. "A year-long contract was a prison sentence, Killian. This... this is a life sentence." "Did you think I would let you walk away after you watched me burn your family to the ground?" Killian reached out, his long, heavy fingers wrapping around the column of my neck, his thumb pressing hard against my pulse poi

“Then maybe we need to stop running.” She nodded slowly, hope flickering inside her chest. Travis brushed a stray strand of hair from her face, his thumb tracing her cheek. “No more secrets. No more running.” Kourtney closed her eyes, leaning into his touch. “No more running.” Their lips met—tentative at first, then desperate. The past, the pain, the uncertainty all melted away in that one kiss. But even as they held each other, the question hung between them like a shadow:

I finished coolly, turning back to the officer. Tia shot up from her seat, furious. "Who do you think you are?!" She grabbed her phone from her bag and shoved it in the cop's face. "Look! I'm married to this man! We have pictures!" The officer examined the photo, his expression blank, and then turned to Matteo. "Marriage certificate?" Matteo pointed at Tia with a trembling finger. "You killed our child! How much longer will this insanity continue?!" He then turned to me, pleading. "You know you're the only one for me, Gina!"

My wife, Wendy Summer, bent over, ready to give the man who had fallen into the water mouth-to-mouth resuscitation, but I stepped in front of her. Wendy placed a calming hand on my shoulder. "Rowan, it's just CPR. Nothing's going to happen." The people around us were praising her, but the looks directed at me were full of contempt. I ignored them and gripped her wrist tightly. "If you want to save him, fine. But if you do, we're getting a divorce. I won't stop you."

“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?

His thumb trembled against her cheek. Then his mouth crashed against hers. The kiss was not tender. It was fierce, consuming, desperate. His hands pulled her close, as if holding her body tighter could bind her loyalty, as if her breath could drown out the doubt burning through his veins. For a moment, she let herself feel it — the fire, the ache, the longing that had always existed between them. But the more he clung, the more she realized what it was: not love, not trust. Chains.