Killian Jones の小説・ストーリー

Wait – Killian Lee’s not black. I knew that because of the story Derek had told so long ago in Ryan’s basement. Plus, I’d seen plenty of photos of the band since Killian joined. He was white, early 30’s, hair in a ponytail, always wearing John Lennon-style round sunglasses, always dressed in black.

“He’s planning to collaborate with Ms. Storm on a construction project. Also, he’s becoming a shareholder in the Storm Empire. I got insider information from one of his employees.” Aaron Anderson. The moment his assistant mentioned that name, Killian’s mood took a complete nosedive, the anger he’d been suppressing since morning, surfacing in full force. He didn’t think twice before grabbing his phone and dialing a number. The phone rang twice before someone answered it. Then came the most annoying voice. “Brother-in-law, don’t tell me that you’ve missed me already. Well, it has been over three months, I’m not surprised.” Killian’s eyes darkened. Still, he managed to keep his tone calm and st

How dare this motherfucker call me a slave! "Watch it! He doesn't belong to us either. We only have one boss," Lia said, and we all turned our attention to Killian. He took a sip from the mug in his hand, his arms resting atop the sofa's armrest. He sat majestically, staring disinterestedly at me, seemingly oblivious to our presence. He sure was the boss. And if we were a gang, it was better if I respected him and did as told just so a fucking ugly dude like this blonde wouldn't dare disrespect me again.

At this moment, I knew I had to rely on luck to escape or else I was dead. "If you let her slip from your hands again, I'll skin you lot alive!" A cold voice resounded, making me shiver. Alpha Kyle had come personally. What the hell was I thinking? I didn't think there was a chance for me to escape since he had come himself. But then I wasn't going to give up, I had to leave. Even though the pain raking through my body didn't subside even a little I continued running. I was covered in blood as all my injuries had reopened and I was bleeding at the moment.

They all observed him quickly, some taking longer than most, until Alec called their names. "Would you like a quick introduction or a basic profile?" Alec asked him. Killian thought about it for a moment, but requested a quick introduction. He could always investigate them later. "Team, this is King Killian Jones, father of Simetra. Sir, this is Captain Mara Quinn, Communications specialist" Mara stepped forward, outstretched her hand and shook Killian's "Good to meet you, your majesty", she said softly. "Then we have Lieutenant Jonah Mercer, counter-surveillance lead and Sergeant Theo Reyes, combat medic" The two shook the King's hand, Mercer with a straight

“So, you’re saying ‘be careful’.” “I am.” “Zeke, you should know by now that ‘Careful’ is my middle name.” Zeke smiles a grim smile and rolls his eyes. “I swear, Killian, you constantly remind me of why I’m grateful I never had any children, especially not a daughter.” “I think the entire world should be grateful for that fact. Is there anything else you need me for?” “No. Take however long you need to get back in the game, but stay alert. Just because you’re taking R&R., don’t let your guard down.”

Killian was sitting on the center sofa. He did not look like the cold, buttoned-up Don today. He wore dark trousers and a black dress shirt, but the top three buttons were completely undone. The fabric hung loose, exposing the thick, scarred muscle of his chest. He was leaning back comfortably, his long legs stretched out under the glass coffee table, one arm draped casually over the back of the sofa. His dark hair was messy, falling slightly over his forehead like he had run his hands through it multiple times.

"Oh No sir, this is too big for me, I'm sure there is a more qualified person who will benefit more from this" "As the New CEO of The Lores™ NY, I am certain that you are the most qualified" "But... CEO, no... that's not...I mean" "Don't worry, the transition is going to be smooth, Killian has been preparing for this for the last five years" "I don't want to sound rude sir but, where is Killian going to work?" "Killian is moving to Africa, today, didn't he fill you in? "I..." "I'm sorry if he was in a rush, he seems to be a nervous groom"

ELARA “How can you be smiling when your reputation is in tatters, in shreds, sugar?” My head, which had been bent over my laptop as I focused on the glowing screen, snapped toward my doorpost. Killian stood there, leaning casually against the doorframe, looking deceptively relaxed. He was dressed in a black long-sleeve shirt that clung to his broad shoulders, paired with black suit pants and polished Italian shoes. His sleeves were folded back toward his elbows, exposing forearms that spoke of a strength he rarely had to exert.

“I just have a feeling – the more evidence I have, the better. I wouldn’t be surprised if those closest to Harrison don’t try and talk him out of the rejection. I need an undeniable STACK of proof.” Killian thought for a second, then nodded in agreement. “I can help. I actually know the arena owner.” I raised an eyebrow at him. “And how exactly do you know him?” “Is now the time to ask questions like that?” Killian’s voice was lighthearted, but I couldn’t help but wonder what he did in his free time. I grabbed my coffee and followed Killian into the living room. The phone was already ringing on speaker when we sat.