A Killer Romance Novels & Stories

"I want... to be owned by you... as I have owned you. I want to feel the poison... of your skin... until there is nothing left of the Moretti name. Just... us." He grabbed her waist, his fingers bruising her skin, his strength a flickering, dying candle that refused to go out. He pulled her down, his mouth crashing against hers. The kiss tasted of salt, fever, and a desperate, terminal hunger. This was the "Explicit Erotic Romance" at its most visceral—a union occurring at the edge of the abyss.

“Even when you were out there killing people today?” “I didn’t kill anyone… well, maybe I did.” “Rafael, you’re a dangerous man, and that’s not what I want in life. I don’t want to be with a ruthless killer. It’s a good thing I don’t like you.” “The way you say ‘killer’ is a turn-on.” “Whatever. Like I said, it’s a good thing I don’t like you.” "Really?" he whispered, his lips trailing a slow, deliberate kiss along her neck, his breath hot against her skin.

He chuckled shaking his head and smiled looking at me. "It is but with time you will know why I do the things I do." He said and kissed my forehead. He turned his back taking his suitcase and was about to leave but I stopped him getting in front of him and jumping on his body. He caught me with ease of course and I kissed him. I was not going to just let him go. Even a killer needs love, even a monster needs to love and be loved. He dropped the suitcase and wrapped his arms around me kissing me and after which we hugged for a really long time.

“What did she say about you?” “She told me that one day I would let go of the darkness of my past and I would embrace the light, but not until after I had taken another's life. But she told me not to worry, for even though I was a killer, Chad would never stop loving me,” Kimmy says to him sleepily. “He asked her how she knew he would love me even if I was a killer and she told him because we were soul mates. Our souls were the same. He thought that meant we were mates but she told him, no. Our love was too pure to ever be romantic.” Kimmy sighs again but it turns into a yawn.

💕(Vampire Romance)💕 🌹🌹 Episode four🌹🌹 .. .. 💕 King Damien’s POV 💕 .. .. I watched as she slept peacefully,her chest fell and rised as she took shallow breaths. She’s not supposed to spend the night in my chamber but I can’t seem to let her go and it’s not a good sign,at least not for a king. A knock came through the door as Lord James walked in with a smirk on his face. “I knew you’d be busy but I thought it’ll be with Lady Katherine” he said, taking his seat in front of the fireplace.

Rosen shrieked as the monstrous length rammed straight into his deepest, most sensitive spot. "Does a murderer get mercy? You think you deserve it? You're not bred yet," Killian whispered, "Remember what you are, little bird. You are not my lover. You are my breeder. My vessel. My egg-warmer until you put an heir back into my bloodline." His hips ground down with slow, torturous pressure, "I will fill you every night until it takes. Knot you until your body carries my child. And after it’s born—" His hand shot up, crushing Rosen’s pale throat, cutting off his air.

"But he is going to keep coming until he burns out." "Yes." "And I need you to tell me when it is too much," I say. "Not what you think I want to hear. When it is actually too much." He pulls back and looks at me. "It is not too much yet," he says. "But I will tell you." "Promise me." "I promise," he says. He kisses me then, not gently, with the full weight of someone who has been standing at a window watching something he does not like and has spent the last twenty minutes being reasonable about it and is done being reasonable now.

On the country's most popular live television show, if a death row inmate received forgiveness from the victim's family, they would not be executed. The camera focused on a young man behind a set of steel bars. "Vance Hester. Diagnosed with bipolar disorder. Committed six murders in six months. Currently awaiting execution." The host turned toward the audience. "Our producers contacted the families of every victim in the hope that they might be willing to give him a second chance." But all six families refused to forgive him. They demanded that he pay for his crimes with his life. As the tension mounted, Greyson Reynolds, the eldest son of the Reynolds family and a special guest on the

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

It was over even before she could fathom it but the after effects of the kiss had left her lips tingling as she stared at him with her mouth slightly parted, breathing deeply from the abruptness of the act. “Since you have already agreed to the deal you must know that being my personal killer would mean that you have to listen to everything that I tell you to do. There will be punishments if you fail to follow this,” he said, mirth swimming in his eyes taking Vevina by surprise. She wasn’t prepared for this new twist and glaring at him she wretched her hand out of his hold and shouted, “You never said anything about that! And why the fuck would you kiss me with your filthy lips?”