Killian Jones の小説・ストーリー

Therefore, our eyes were well prepared for the brilliance to reoccur. “Son-of-a-bitch,” Killian bellowed. “Why, Killian Epps,” Jason drawled as he quickly reclaimed his bearings. “It has been a long time.” Then, looking at me, he calmly added, “I came to untie my love, but I see that you beat me to it.” “You know each other?” I gasped, incredulously. “I had the privilege of arresting his ass on a few occasions,” Killian grumbled. “He went by a different name, though.”

" She replied hotly, eyed me and walked away. " I'm sorry about Stephanie's behavior" delvin apologize Smiling. Oh! It's nothing, I returned the smile while focusing at her departing figure. "Iam sorry Kelsi, you will surely have a hard time from now hence forth, but you know it's girls issue", he smirked. "Yeah! Iam used to them", I laughed. "Iam really not into Stephanie, even all of them! They all have bad characters and it irritates me", he pouted looking even more handsome.

I affirmed, my voice steady, "I am the one.” "Who the fuck do you think you are?" he demanded, his voice rising with anger. "I'm Kira Jones, successor of the late Don Jones. Any more questions?" I retorted, my tone laced with defiance. "Oh, fuck that," he spat, his words dripping with contempt. "I know who you are. I saw you at the burial ceremony of Boss Jones, but we all know your real role. You were nothing but his personal slut. Since when did you start using his name as your own?"

“Take out knees. No mercy.” The men split. Killian surged forward like a bullet, rolling low and coming up with a sidearm. One shot. Two. The first man went down with a grunt. The second flinched but tried to retaliate. A shot cracked from behind—Killian’s backup had his six. Only one enemy remained. Killian vaulted a cart and slammed into him, both tumbling to the floor. “Why now?” Killian snarled, kneeing the man in the chest. “Why not wait till Declan and Nikolai actually died?”

He relaxes back into his chair and crosses his leg over the other. "I am sure my mum already has my recommendation letter waiting for me on my desk." Killian mutters quietly. "I will miss her so much." Killian is the son of Imogen Creed, the only High Emissary of Greenwood pack. My pack. And today is his nineteenth birthday. He wanted to celebrate it tonight quietly with just the four of us by this bonfire near the pack lake. "Hey, you won't miss her that much." Cara smiles comfortingly at him. "Besides, she is the high emissary and can come visit you all the time if she wants." She concludes with a funny wink at him.

“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.”

“SO LADIES AND THEIR GENTLEMEN, GIVE A ROUND OF APPLAUSE FOR OUR PLAYERS!” The crowd erupted in louder cheers as I spotted multiple players making their way to their bikes, donning matching suits, padded jackets, and helmets. I effortlessly located Killian with a curious gaze. Standing tall and commanding attention, he stood distinct from the crowd, his physique accentuated by his broad shoulders and sleek, all-black ensemble. Striking red stripes adorned his padded jacket, complimenting the design of his helmet. Although his face remained concealed, his pale blue eyes sparkled brilliantly behind the transparent glass.

" I just didn't think he was the type to help." "Well, Clearly, you do not know me." Oh no, this is weird. If looks could kill, Killian might have Killed Damon. They must have some sort of history. "I don't think we have officially met." " Alpha Damon Nash, of the Crescent Moon pack." "Alpha Killian Jones of the death moon pack. You've met my mate, Luna Lucy Bennet." "No, Im not Luna yet babe. I am still working on my training and then school." "You are Luna, even if you haven't had your Luna ceremony yet."

Kade growls warningly but the blonde just laughs. "Don't be like that, I just thought you'd like to know who's going to be looking after your mate when you're dead." Kade turns towards him and the guy just lifts a gun, pointing it straight at my forehead and carries on talking as though he isn't. "I'm Jeff by the way. You've got to tell me, is she a good fuck? I've seen you two at it a couple of times and I've got to say, she looks like she knows what she's doing. I don't mind a bit of dominance between the sheets. I'm thinking she could ride me all night long, what do you reckon?"

Meanwhile, I was desperately trying to figure out how to get away from this situation before I started making the worst possible mistake. Because somewhere along the line, I was seeing the man I hated become someone I couldn’t easily hate anymore, and my revenge plans were starting to waver. And I couldn’t let that happen. Killian started the engine, and within seconds, a soft children’s melody filled the car through the speakers. I turned toward him, my brows furrowing in confusion. “How do you even have this on your playlist, Killian?” He glanced at me, a small, almost embarrassed smile touching his lips as he pulled away from the curb. “I volunteer at the foundation’s shelter library on c