A Killer Romance Novels & Stories

kade asked Leaning dangerously close to me, as little as a single inch of space was left between us. “No baby… Your fancy man, your prince charming, is a cold-blooded killer, one I breeded over the years, and he kills without mercy… I trained him, and I watched him kill more than anyone else, and you know what the fun part is? ..... He enjoys it.” That had done it. Those words he spoke crept into my ear and up to my brain, sending a trigger as I plunged the knife right through his fucking chest, not giving a single fuck.

Like Kyrian was something breakable. "Is this okay?" Lorenzo asked. Low. Kyrian's heart was beating too fast. "Yes." Lorenzo leaned in. The kiss was soft. Careful. Nothing like the desperate crashing together after the gala. This was slow. Intentional. Kyrian's hand came up. Gripped Lorenzo's shirt. Lorenzo made a low sound. Pulled Kyrian closer. His arms coming around him. The bond flooded with warmth. Like a door opening. They kissed in the dim light with the city glittering below them and the house breathing quietly around them.

Just a single question, just a single reference, and I again left swaying in those self-destructive memory lanes. I was guilty of my behavior with her. That excessively after her beautiful attempt of consoling me. I knew this wasn't our first kiss but this was the first time I felt like fire running down by blood like my soul returned to the water, like every part of me that came from those dead stars was alive again. Scarlett Miller Being 'Confused' was not even the word, for the first time I had done something that felt right to me. Kissing him was never a mistake but letting him own me was indeed a crime.

“But you need someone at your side. You’re too visible now.” I shook my head. “Someone at my side is another weakness. Another place they’ll strike.” “Unless she’s stronger than you think,” Mother said. “There are men in that ballroom who could kill with a smile.” “And one of them almost did,” I said under my breath. They looked at me. “There’s a man,” I continued. “Calls himself Medor Thornwell. Says he’s an exile from the West.” Elias scoffed. “Too clean to be a real exile.”

Usually she was very cool in these situations, but she greatly resented the excessive interest in the lives of public figures anyway, and being at the center of it only added to the resentment. “She’s right about that,” Jake said, drawing his thumb over the back of her hand, sending little ripples of sensation through her. “I never thought I would get married. But when I met Kalia … Well, she’s all that I want.” He looked up, his blue eyes intent on hers. Her breath caught. He looked like he meant every word he’d just spoken, his expression sincere, his eyes trained only on her. No mystery why he scored so many beautiful women with such ease. He could do romance without breaking a sweat, and

Cherry: dead hungry you really hunter joy: pets are not allowed in the restaurant :) Hunter: I'm so handsome seen by all ******** After kiro drive me home, I immediately went to sleep so that later I wouldn't look like a panda, after a few hours it was close to 6 so we went to the restaurant for dinner. I was nervous when I said last night that we had dinner with kiro, they were not angry when I said that. when we rated the restaurant immediately when we saw kiro sitting in a chair, he immediately stood up to greet mama and papa. "good evening sir and ma'am" hiro said politely "good evening din hijo" mama and papa said at the same time after he greeted them mama he immediately approached me

Killer was supposed to hate me, and push me away, but since I got here, he is bringing me closer. “You keep pushing me away, but Sin, you gotta leave me with something.” He doesn’t wait for me to answer as he breaks the spell and tugs me closer toward him. My face goes to his chest and I inhale, the sandy scent that will always belong to him. He sways to the music. I never knew Killer could dance, nor did I know he could say things that leave me wanting something I never knew was available to me. The song finishes and I make to move, but Killer has other plans, and I turn my head to look at him, as Lukas Graham, Lie, plays next. The women around all make noise as he arches his eyebrow at me.

She snapped back to reality to find Killian standing right in front of her. The crowd had parted for him like the sea, and now he was here. Towering. Dominating. A king reclaiming his territory. His presence was just as overwhelming as she remembered, sending a thrill of fury and something far more dangerous through her veins. “I go by Raven now,” she said, swirling her champagne. “Elena Romano is dead.” Killian smirked, tilting his head. “Is she?” His dark eyes dragged over her, slow and deliberate, like he was memorizing every inch of her. “Because I’d know her anywhere.”

Warning: Some hot stuff ahead 😈 Nikki's POV "I love you!" He confessed looking deep into my eyes. "This is what exactly you wanted to hear. Isn't it?" He asked and I nodded absentmindedly. "In the beginning, I told you that Xaphan knights don't do anything until and unless it isn't profitable. Right?" I nodded again. My brain was still in haze with the kiss we have just shared. "Than how could I marry you without any profit?"

One Mathew was willing to dispose of after she did his biding. "Then who is the threat?", her head tilted unconsciously, scrutinising his every move. "Alpha Damien Anderson, of the Blue blood pack" he growled. Andrea noticed how his fists clenched, his eyes glazed over – his wolfs anger giving away his hatred. "They will kill me the moment I succeed", the alpha before her smirked knowingly at her words. Alpha Damien of the Blue Moon pack was the most ruthless Alpha in centuries and Mathew was certain his people would hunt her down if she succeeded. If she failed then he would certainly kill her himself.