Crime Of Passion Novels & Stories

“What would you do if your fated life partner wasn’t part of your life because of their position in society made them an unsuitable option for you? Someone took that a step further, as you well know, and made a law against those bonds. I’ve always despised those cases. It didn’t stop the Blood Traitors or assassinations. All it’s done is kill vampires who didn’t need to die. It worked for Lolita, and I think that’s why she always fought against changing the law. With no empress beside me, I can finally have free rein with my actions.” “What brought this on, though? I’ve never heard you or anyone explain why you want to change something like that.” “Sadly, I knew who my fated life partner was

How could I watch him kill a young promising man like Theodore all because he thinks he is trying to snatch me from him? Where did this sudden possessiveness spring up from anyways? Was I his to begin with? My identity as his wife was just the only thing Dante had. But my soul, body, heart and love--he would never have it. This man was so murderous and callous. He didn't care who he hurt as long as he got his way. Now hurting poor innocent Theodore was the last straw that broke the camel's back. I'll always despise him for this. No matter how much I tried to explain myself, Dante would never understand it.

She moans feeling his erection, and all she can think of that cock inside of hers. The kiss is rough, passionate and a torment for her. She arches forward to grind herself with him. He let go, and whispers against her mouth, “The plan is still on, honey.” Coral's chest rises and fall in an unsteady rhythm. “This is fucking torture” she hisses, throwing a dirty look at him. “It will be worth it, trust me.” Coral will not let him go that easily. She grabs his collar, making him cage her deliciously. While keeping her eyes locked with him, her one hand goes down, cupping his bulge. “Why torture both of us like this?” she whispers, massaging him there slowly.

The pleasure coursing through my body felt like endless waves in a storm that robbed me of my senses as I threw my head back and moaned passionately. --To be continued… My other works: Forbidden Heat, Love Slave to My Devil CEO Boss, Lust Contracts, and Conquering the Emperor

Victim of His Obsession By: bleed4more Prologue I really don’t think that I will be in this situation. I wasn’t prepared for this, I knew to myself that I’m not that good to be admire this much. I never wanted to be like this, to become a fool by myself. My name is Xencia Enclovia Morcos, I am being rejected by anyone. Trying to fit in, but it doesn’t suit me. Insecure, judge by the others, low level woman and a no one. That’s how I see myself.

◇NO POV◇ In a room damien is breaking everything out of anger as his precious obsession is going out of his hands looking at his master in that kind of situation the assistant got panicked and asked "master what happened?? why you're looking so angry??" damien replied "how can I be without anger I made her to see how cruel that don is I made her to get scared of him but she got married to him I felt something suspicious like he threatened her so she might got married to him

" I am absolutely fine, baby. And you don't need to get angry. It doesn't suit you at all." "Dorcas,please get out of my house. I am not in the mood for any of your drama," he pleaded, then walked toward her and held her hand to drag her up. "Why are you not in the mood? I can help you with that. I'm excellent at setting up the mood for anything," she circled her hands around his neck and a leg went about his waist, making her center meet his. "Gosh! I will love to see you aroused," she muttered shamelessly in his neck, but in the next minute, she found herself on the floor. He had pushed her hard and without remorse.

"So fucking wet. You're going to come just from me touching you, aren't you?" "Yes," I whispered, shame and arousal mixing together. He pulled his hand away and I whimpered.. "Turn back around." I flipped over, my skin still tingling from the gel. He stood between my legs, his eyes dark. "Why didn't you kill Christopher? When you had the chance, why didn't you just shoot him?" The question burst out of me. Cassian shrugged, his cold mask sliding back into place. "I don't have a problem with Christopher. He's just a dog following his master's orders."

He said looking at me. "I do not understand you."I said looking down. "Okay let me be brief,you are a beautiful lady, any man would be lucky to have you under him.That is why Liam protects you with everything he has.If you want me to keep my mouth shut,keep you legs open for me."He said standing up. "I am ready to give you any amount of money you want ,any amount, please let us not do this.I already have alot of scars am trying deal with please do not add another sin on it please,I would do anything."I pleaded.

The bullet was still inside, I could feel it grinding against bone when I moved, but digging it out without tools would do more damage than leaving it. The sun was rising over Catania, painting the sky in shades of red that reminded me of blood and fire and all the things I'd tried to leave behind when I'd taken vows in a church that seemed like it belonged to someone else's life. Father Damien Cross had been a lie I'd told myself, a fantasy that I could atone for fifteen years of murder by wearing a collar and offering absolution I'd never deserved. But Damien Moretti was real, the killer who'd earned his father's respect by being more vicious than anyone expected, and he was who I needed t