Gorgeous Killer Novels & Stories

Gideon lets out a heavy sigh before pressing a kiss against my forehead and hooking a finger under my chin so I’m forced to look him in the eyes. “The first time I scented you, it was like someone had hit me with a truck; you killed me right then and there. Every time I see you, I crumble so that all that's left is the shell of a male who is not worthy of someone so special.” My lips part in a small, silent gasp as Gideon forces me to keep looking him in the eyes. “I call you Killer because everytime I see you, you kill me.” That is not what I was expecting; it was actually kind of deep and a little sweet. I was expecting him to tell me something about the lives I’ve taken or the danger I ca

A black line through the Greek letter Omega, right below his collarbone, just far enough to hide under a shirt, just close enough to remind him he belonged to a killer. Jacob didn’t scream. But he didn’t speak, either. Not until the needle stopped buzzing and the man with gloves left the room. Then Leo stepped close, eyes tracing the raw skin. “You’ll thank me someday.” Jacob laughed, cold, bitter. “For what? Not killing me?” “For making you untouchable.” That night, Jacob stood shirtless in front of the mirror, staring at the mark. It wasn’t the pain that unsettled him. It was the power behind it.

Killer: someone who kills another person; one that has a forceful, violent, or striking impact Tessa I was spent, I'd never been so tired in my life before when I let Nero lead me to the back of the club, where there was a huge kitchen where the human chef was preparing food for the guests. Huh, didn't know people eat in this kind of establishment. One would think they were too busy basking in their kinks. "Father?" A beautiful young woman looked at me from head to boots, she didn't even miss my glittery clutch. Damn, this boyfriend of mine surely has pretty children.

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 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.

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.

But the time I got there my clothes were soaked with blood and I took my shirt off, walking inside. I got off of my bed, going into my bathroom and turning the shower on. I looked at myself in the mirror, seeing my father staring back at me. He was a cold-blooded killer, incapable of loving anyone or anything. He made me kill my mother, the only good thing I had.