Gorgeous Killer Novels & Stories

He almost jumped from happiness. There was a woman with an extremely hot body standing in front of him. Her lips were bright red and she was wearing a thin lacy black dress. She was eating fresh grapes. This woman looked like she was in her 30s. She had an imposing air around her and looked alluring. However, he understood that he could never get her. No one was able to handle this woman. She was the woman in charge of the Beauty Killers. She was a sinister beauty. One had to be alert whenever one was around her. If not, they would not even know how they died.

He was beautiful in the most dangerous way, like admiring the sleek deadliness of a predator. "Are you coming or not?"

He smiled confidently. “You had a description all along, but didn’t share it with me? Don’t you think a heads up on what the killer looked like–just in case I came into contact with him—would have come in handy?” I was outraged. “Her.” He corrected me. “What?” I blurted impatiently. “The killer was a her, not a him,” he explained. “Whatever,” I hissed. “Damn, Geoffrey, you can be annoying.” “Got anything to drink?” he asked playfully.

" Troublesome " A single word was enough to turn her blood cold. Her eyes snapped open more out of shock than fear this time. Before she stood none other than the gorgeous blond-haired Adonis she had met before. His blue eyes stared at her in disgust. Lisa was quick to notice the man that had once been her tormentor now slumped on the floor, in a red puddle of his blood. There was so much of it, that Lisa herself was drenched in it. The gun held between Killian's hands was the evidence that he had been the killer.

Anyone who saw him for the first time would never imagined that he was the terrifying man who had control over all of Eastblue state's underground organization for more than 30 years. Jate Woods smiled. "Coming here to have a tea is my honor." He walk into the pavilion and sat down without waiting to be asked. He narrowed his eyes and smell the tea. "It is really good tea. Looks like I've come at a good time." Killer was standing not too far away. His expression was icy and was as cold as an iceberg. Killer is the secret weapon of Mr. Howards in terms of security. He was a highly skilled fighter that can even kill an buffalo with just one punch.

It has a deep v-cut showing just the right amount of cleavage and my hair was also curled as it cascaded down my breasts. “What is master going to do now?” I looked at the person who spoke and was surprised to see a little girl, probably six or seven years old. Her eyes are completely gray and unlike the others, she was staring right through me. A woman wearing a tight black sexy dress with a slit on the side muttered a hum and rolled her eyes at me. “Kill her, I hope,” I scoffed and earns a glare from her right before I saw her blow what seemed like a kiss towards me. A piece of skin covered my mouth fully and I touched my mouth to feel that it was gone! I gasped in shock and started to pan

Nyx purred affectionately. He’s the enemy! Andrea growled back at her. Nyx words had registered with her though and for the first time since setting eyes on the Alpha, she understood the reaction. He was very handsome: tall, muscular, and his eyes in contrast with his dark hair and stuble certainly gave off a beautiful vibe. His wolfs aura was a different matter, it exodes death and anger. He was a very dangerous man and for the first time since arriving Andrea understood how difficult it was going to be to kill him.

His eyes raked all over her body, admiring the piece of art the moon Goddess had blessed him with. " Like what you see, my Lord?" Maya asked, her voice seductive. Killian nodded, " I do. I want to be greeted by this scene every morning and night, if possible during the day too. I wouldn't mind. I could get lost, just admiring how beautiful you are, my Queen." Killian's voice was filled with desire, the lust burning in his eyes threatening to swallow Maya. His dark orbs resembled a deep and endless abyss, one that Maya was willing to jump in without having a second thought.

“Tough guy, are you? Sure, I’ll beat you where your girl can’t see you. Then I’ll come back for her.” “I won’t let you lay a finger on her.” Cyrrus’ voice was soft… but for some reason, something about it triggered Aria’s senses. She frowned despite herself. She was standing behind him, so she couldn’t read his expression. Even so, for a split second, she thought she sensed… a flash of killing intent. It was a bloodthirstiness she knew too well as a hired killer herself. But did it really come from this cushy pushover of a rich kid?