A Killer Romance Novels & Stories

I watched him from across the table, while my fingers nervously drummed an uneven rhythm against the wood. I had spent my life around dangerous men. I had eaten with them, did business with them, and buried them. But Roman was a different breed. If Bane Valak was a shark; Roman was the deep water itself. "You’ve been staring at me for twenty minutes, Roman," I said, my voice sounding thin even to my own ears. "I’m certain I have not annoyed you enough for you to want to kill me." Roman smiled. "I’m not looking to kill you, Don Victor. I just can’t believe you’ve been reduced this low in ranking?" He finally sat, his eyes like two pits of cold ash.

Killian Romero Sprawled on my table I almost could not get enough of her, the more I thrusted the deeper I wanted to be buried inside of her, to imprint my marks on her, and make her see that she belongs to no one else but me, Killian Romero. The way my name rolled out of her filthy little mouth as her fingers dig her fingers into my skin while my shaft drives in and out of her with her asking for more….my arms grabbing onto her slender waist, she fitted so perfectly like she's made for me, just mine and fucking mine alone…..she's Mine.

A shadow of collarbone above the collar of a dark shirt I had not bothered to register until now. His mouth was beautiful. I am going to say that plainly, because I have had three years to think about it, and the word I keep coming back to is beautiful. A full lower lip. An upper lip with a clean, deliberate line. A shape I had not been prepared for because I had been prepared, in some small back room of my imagination, to find something about a killer’s mouth that would give him away. Something hard. Something mean. His mouth was a mouth. Human. Soft at the center. The most dangerous thing in the room.

It caressed me and made me want to bare myself to him. "I lied about not wanting love from you," I choked out. "I know," he said and leaned closer to me to capture my lips with his. My eyes instinctively fluttered close as our kiss deepened. He pulled away from me and whispered in my ear. "What if I fail to give you what you want? Will you give up then?" He asked and my heart took a plunge into cold darkness. The grief in his voice was unmissable. I brought a hand to the back of his neck, my gaze meeting his. Just before I could give him a reply, an ominous voice cut in. "How romantic." It was Killian Black, the devil himself.

“Because it’s raw. It’s not romantic, it’s obsession, the ache that overtakes you, the pain that feels necessary. It mirrors real life, doesn’t it?” A faint, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips. It was gone in an instant, but she had seen it. “Yes. But you stop at the surface. You describe the ache, the longing, but why? What does it say about Keats, about the society he inhabits and about you?” The question was so personal that it stole the air from her lungs. “About me?” “Yes,” he said, leaning back again. “Why this particular flame, Scarlett? What is it you recognize in that kind of all-consuming, self-destructive hunger?”

“When was the last time you tested those shooting skills in bed, Ronnie? I may not be the one, but aren't you over that shit? I could be everything you need tonight. I could be the one for tonight.” Keira was having a rough time of it herself. Ethan's killer was finally dead and his child was safe. Suddenly there was nothing to do, no action to take, and the walls closed in on her hard. He was gone, really gone. When she saw him, the memory of Ethan took a backseat to those tortured, vulnerable eyes and Keira knew she wanted him. Just like the first time she laid eyes on him in that shooting range in Sartis Est. These chicks needed to get their heads checked. Aaron Condor was hot, devastatin

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

So it's always good to let him speak less when it's not necessary. “Thirdly the killer has great knowledge about the human body that most doctors don't have and while torturing he always avoids the vital points that may cause his victims to bleed internally and die. And with the dead body, he gives a detailed autopsy report like a killing signature. So there's no doubt that the killer is a doctor or used to be a doctor or a genius medical student and the latter is the least possible.” “So then, What do we call him? Dr. Killer?” This time it was Mr. Gray who spoke.

The way she hated him and then how Rudra forced her to marry him and then how she lost her Aai and decided to take revenge on him, and how all plans went to shackles and everything till the day when she killed her Aai's murderer. I was horrified. I had no idea about the people I was dealing with. KM, Rudra, all of them were involved in Mafia and were extremely powerful people. The way I was speaking to Rudra, made me scared for my life because now I knew that if he wanted, he could kill me and roam around freely. And the girl I love, Dr KM, she is a killer and I don't know what to think about her? I looked at Kiara. Her eyes were teary as she explained the shit her life had turned to me.

His palm was warm against her ribs, rough in the way that reminded her of what he used to be before he'd tried to be someone else. His lips traced a path from her mouth to her jaw to the hollow of her throat. "I forgot," he murmured against her skin. "I forgot what this felt like." Her fingers threaded into his hair. "Just don't forget again." He kissed her harder. She felt the shift in him—the control snapping, the hunger breaking through. He wasn't careful. He wasn't gentle. He was the man she'd fallen in love with. The one who'd pushed her against a motel wall and growled her name against her throat.