A Killer Romance Novels & Stories

I feel so lonely. His sad look and hard words touched Maria's heart. I can hug you if you want. She kneels down to him, wraps him in a warm embrace, not at all gratuitous, both two were carried away by their passions, and ended up giving each other a long and intense kiss, apparently of hormonal reconciliation, the passion seemed to take them to another level. But she cuts the romantic course, arguing that she will not forget everything she saw, and lived. She tries to leave, he takes her arm and asks who she is, she tells him her full name and again reminds him that she saved his life, he thanks her but reiterates who you really are, she replies; - Don't you see, I am your Karma and you are

Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again. Just as I found happiness, Katrina returned to snatch it away. Anger surged within me. "Why can't you see my love, Jonathan? I turned you into a vampire because I want to spend eternity with you-“ I cut her off, shouting. “You only love yourself, Katrina. You're obsessed with me. You killed my first love-“

I shut my eyes, saying “Go ahead. Kill me.” “If it was not Serena, I would’ve gladly pulled the trigger.” I opened my eyes as he said that. “This gun and the bullets are not meant for you but for someone, whom you love.” I narrowed my eyebrows. He again crouched down, gave a small smirk, and said “For example, MIRA.” My eyes widened as he gave me a sinister smile. He brought his fingers close to my cheek and continued to speak “Or Eric. Who do you love the most? Oh, Eric dumped you. So it should be Mira.”

“That’s where the saying ‘What you don’t know won’t kill you’ comes in.” My brows furrowed. “I think you meant to say ‘won’t hurt you’.” “Whatever. I’m sure you got my point. I mean, our point.” She glanced at Bianca. “I honestly think that they were mostly concerned about Ibarra too. If they do trust him, then there’s no reason for them to hide the fact that he fancies you, right?” Nikki simpered as she pulled out another liquor and poured it on my glass. “Based on your story, if I was Mira, I’d probably do the same. Imagine letting your friend fall in love with someone who doesn’t seem to care about anyone besides his ego.”

“This attacker was meticulous. No fingerprints. No weapon left behind. Even the security cameras were tampered with. He’s either very lucky or very smart. I wiped another tear as I leaned into Damien’s chest, letting him hold me like some broken thing that needed saving. Let them all believe the story. Let them chase ghosts. Because the real killer? Was standing right here. And no one even blinked. The officer offered me a warm, sympathetic smile. Like I was the victim. Like I was innocent. I wanted to laugh. Instead, I curled deeper into Damien’s chest, letting out a soft whimper. “What happens now?” I asked in a small voice, lifting my eyes to the officer like I was hanging onto hope.

"Necessary. Not romantic. Not..." "Romance is for people who aren't being hunted by a psychopath." I traced patterns on his skin. "We get...survival sex. War sex. The 'we might die tomorrow so let's feel alive today' sex." "I can live with that." He kissed my temple. "As long as I get to keep having it." "Keep me alive and you will." "Deal." We showered together. Another round against the tile wall. Quieter this time. More....tender.

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

Haru tells me she’s going to find Tessa, and I nod, planning to follow her when a big hand grabs my arm and pulls me into one of the storage rooms. I recognize the scent... Killer. The room is dark, making me blind to everything around me, which heightens my other senses. “Very discreet, Killer. Really,” I mutter, just before his warm lips crash into mine. I immediately wrap my arms around his neck as he lifts me up, pressing my body against his. His hands firmly grab my ass, grinding my core against his hard groin. I moan softly when he squeezes again and bites my lip, giving him the access he wants to my mouth.

she spat, touching her hair, then left giggling. Victoria’s eyes darkened at the lock. She stripped off the dress and returned to the bathtub, reaching for more soap. She closed her eyes, letting the warm water soothe her. … Bernard Harrigan sat in the hall, his expression grim. At twenty-five, he was tall, handsome, broad-shouldered, with a lean waist. The dream man of many young women. But his past was dark—his first wife had died under tragic circumstances tied to his cruelty and infidelity.

I had just survived a deadly encounter with Liam’s fans and god knows what else is waiting for me next, but I do know a wedding with a strange man isn’t in my calendar. “Let me go, I do not know you, and you do not know me—” “You are Kerri Coleman, but after your divorce, you dropped that last name, but it still haunts you wherever you go... so why not change it to Frantz?” He was not smiling, not even moving. His steady gaze held mine, like a predator watching its prey struggle. But I refuse to get tied down to another loveless marriage. From the villainous coldness in his voice, I know that he was not offering kindness, he was offering a deal.