A Killer Romance Novels & Stories

"Why, Liam, why is it too hard to understand? To ensure that our Pack is united and great, it has been passed down that we can only mate with our kind. But you have chosen to desecrate with that abomination you call a mate. A werewolf is an enemy and an anomaly that cannot be. With her, we can never be free, And your life's outcome will be something none of us will foresee because of how evil and how cunning they are. With her, be sure of a future where the danger lies, a future filled with sorrowful cries. But despite all I have said, you chose to ignore the pack's cries and chose to let your love rise. I have not started yet, I'm afraid that you might be dead when I'm done with you."

"Promise me?" "Cross my heart and hope to die." "Okay fine, what do you want to know." "Why do you hate Chase?" "I never say I hate him." She rolled her eyes. "You think I’m stupid? Every time we’re talking about Chase, your eyes turn cold." I muttered under my breath. "I thought you never notice." "Being an assassin for years taught you a lot of things." I breathed out. "The reason why I hate him... because of him, I ended up here."

"Was in a fight." My eyes widen. "On this train?" "I took this train to get away," he muses calmly. His voice is deep, a pretty accent that I'm getting used to on this train entwined into his voice. "After I killed them." "What..." The edge of his lip quirks up, in contrast to my near horrified expression. I get the feeling Stace and Eryk would be mortified if they knew I was talking to a dangerous stranger with a backstory I'm suddenly fascinated in.

“Are you Nightingale’s little b*stard?” “Who are you?” “I’m Darren Cain. That b*tch Nightingale killed my sister and my son. I’m going to take your life in return!” “You can’t blame me for that when it has nothing to do with me!” Colors drained from the horrified woman’s face. Darren was not bothered about that. He slapped her a few times across the face and went on to ripping her clothes off. “You’ve even given birth to foreign b*stards. Let me see how much of a sl*t you actually are!”

“You? Soulmate? Nah, man. You don’t do soulmates. You do revenge and business. That’s your thing.” I bit back a frustrated sigh, gripping my cup harder. Ken was right he always was when it came to the cold, calculated version of me. But what the hell was I supposed to call this feeling? The jolt that shot through me when her body had collided with mine, the inexplicable connection I felt as if my soul had recognized hers before my mind had even caught up. Ken, still grinning, leaned forward, his fingers tapping rhythmically against the table. “Don’t tell me the great Nicholas Moretti actually fell for some random café worker?”

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

They saw a romantic proposal, not a desperate man salvaging his pride and a trapped woman accepting a cage. Eric stood, pulling Lupiter into a possessive kiss. She kissed him back, playing her part perfectly, but over his shoulder, her eyes opened. And they were not looking at her new fiancé. They were locked on Killian. And in them burned not love, but a furious, jealous vow. Killian ignored them both. He looked down at me, his arms still holding me. “Can you stand?” he murmured, his voice only for me. I nodded, my body still trembling with the aftershocks of rejection and freedom. He helped me find my feet, but kept an arm firmly around my waist, letting me lean on him.

“Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….” I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inch of him. I wanted and needed him in all the aspects I can think of. “I want you, Zarion…” He smirked. “Romantic feelings involve something that is defined by the soul—soulmates as they claim. Soulmates are always in love, romantically involved. You felt something like there’s a rat running inside your rib cage. You felt like you couldn’t continue your life without him as cheesy as it may sound. Not only that, but you felt like you’ve seen your future the moment your eyes met. And that…” he paused, inhaling through his nose. “...You

I hissed. Hunter chuckled and raised his arms in surrender. "I'm sorry, OK? I just love teasing you. You know that you are hot, and your scent is a serious turn-on to at least ninety percent of the creatures living in the Dark Realm, and yet you're so adorably innocent…"