Killian Jones の小説・ストーリー

I opened the door. And there he stood. Killian. Joe’s older brother. The most infuriating, arrogant, devastatingly handsome man I had ever laid eyes on. He filled the doorway like he owned it, six-foot-four of solid muscle wrapped in dark jeans that hugged powerful thighs and a black t-shirt stretched tight across a broad chest and thick biceps. Intricate tattoos snaked down his forearms—dark, swirling designs of wolves and thorns and abstract patterns that spoke of a wilder, untamed life far removed from Joe’s corporate polish. His dark hair was tousled, a little too long, and those piercing blue eyes—colder and sharper than Joe’s dull brown ones—locked onto me immediately.

Killian tries to dismiss his uncle who just won't budge. "It does but it doesn't come with a nephew. Come on, get up. We are getting dinner together." Caleb insists, rounding towards Killian's bed. "It's only 6." "And?" Caleb raises an eyebrow as if he were daring Killian to protest. Knowing the boy, he knows he will protest. "You remember coach Winston?" Killian immediately nods his head. Who doesn't know him? He has coached many famous basketball players in his lifetime! "He is the reason why I'm in a fancy suit." Killian clots his eyebrows together at that.

Juliet Jones seemed upset. She snickered and said, “Of course, Del Jones did not want me to take the credit. What a biased person.” “Oh yes, he is biased, but what can you do? Hahaha!” Kendall Jones laughed maniacally. “Juliet Jones, look at you, not making any progress after arriving in Khanh City. Instead, you purchased a piece of land? What is wrong with you? “And you want to take down Tyr Summer with that? Brainless fool!

Eden stepped aside as the pack doctor entered the room where Kylian was lying on his bed, his face pale and sweaty. His eyes were red, and he was shivering, and it was evident that he was in a lot of pain. The doctor, a tall and imposing man with piercing blue eyes, made his way to the bed and examined Kylian. He injected him with something, and Kylian visibly relaxed, his body going limp. "Good job, Eden," the doctor said, turning to her. "I'll take it from here."

There was an ominous undertone in his voice as Kieran stated, “I know. You did not intend to harm the pack. You merely wanted the CCTV footage of that night.” Serenity was a title surprised. It seemed that this man knew it all along. “If you knew I was innocent, why did you throw me into that horrible place?” questioned Serenity. Bait. You were perfect bait,” Kieran replied. Serenity’s eyes narrowed. “What do you mean?” What type of bait would she make locked up? “You must have noticed how they went crazy for you- those monsters. That is because they crave human flesh the most. You were used to lure them out,” Kieran explained.

Twinkling lights of every color hung from the trees like rainbow canopies. "Wow, this is incredible." I beamed, taking deep breaths of the flower scented air. "I'm glad you like it, little mate." A familiar voice swirled around me and I could feel my heart jump. I turned around and smiled into my mate's silver eyes. As always, Killian looked better than ever. He wore a simple black button down shirt with black slacks, but he looked perfect. His muscles rippled under his shirt, and I wondered how he ever found any clothes that actually fit.

I felt the power in my calves as I launched into a roundhouse kick, the impact vibrating through my entire frame. "Your form is slightly off on the follow-through." I spun around, my heart leaping into my throat. I dropped into a defensive crouch, my fists up, my wolf snarling at the surface. Killian was leaning against a tree. He had shed his formal jacket, his white shirt unbuttoned at the collar, sleeves rolled up to reveal forearms corded with muscle and etched with dark tattoos. He looked less like a prince now and more like a predator who had found his favorite hunting ground.

Why don’t you try stamping on his fine leather shoes next or snatching the Rolex off his wrist and smashing it off the ground? His lips pursed, he fixed me with a cold, hard glare. “Yes, that’s me, grotty Greyson, also known as grimy Greyson, Greyson Smelliot and Smelly Elliot. I tend to go by Greyson or Mr Elliot these days. You can call me Mr Elliot. I assume we went to school together?” “Zoe, Zoe Smithson.”

Sheila opened the lunch boxes, arranged the food, and handed him the chopsticks. Killian ate slowly and deliberately. He had good table manners, and Sheila realized that she quite liked watching him eat. Noticing her gaze, Killian looked up at her. "Rory called back." "That's good." Sheila asked, "When is he coming?" Killian: "He said that since the situation is stable, he won't be coming. He has to go to Singapore to oversee a new project for Kane. He told me to hire the best nurses for Kane." Sheila: "......"

“You have picked a good day to return. Milo and a dozen other bookmakers are here, prepping odds for the Showcase. Give them something good to see, yeah?” I nodded and made my way over to Killian. His brown head of curls was the only lively thing about him. His face was pale and sickly, he must have been worrying. “I am sorry you were selected for the Showcase…but thank you for fighting beside me. You're a brave man." “I am sorry you got whipped. It was the worst thing I have ever seen.”