Gorgeous Killer Novels & Stories

He knew that if she stayed there for one more minute Derek was going to catch her and wouldn't waste any time in killing her. But then again he couldn't deny the fact that she was breathtaking. Her gorgeous face and long blonde hair was the thing that first got his attention, she was so beautiful and looked mature. He was sure that if Derek get his hands on her he was probably going to rape or kill her maybe he would even do both.

Aiden's heart pained because the luna of this pack had left a permanent mark on his heart and soul. " My apologies, alpha", he said and bowed his head down in front of his alpha. Zane got out of his office and went to the main hall and there he got a glimpse of the most beautiful woman of his life. Elena was sitting, wearing her white gown which had shimmering and she had a deep neckline which he didn't approve of because he wanted no one to look at Elena with lust apart from him. Hearing the footsteps, everyone was looking in the direction of Zane, who was walking in his glory. He is the most handsome man, yet the most dangerous one. By the look of him, no one can identify what is going on

I go to my seat and put my bag there. “You asshole! How could you think of something like that? We are family here! We are not just classmates but a family. No one can be a killer to us. I know we are not too good but killing someone? Heck, we cherish each other here, Clark! Open your mind and stop thinking that one of us is a killer! Think, dude. One last time that I will hear you are thinking like that, I will punch you until you vomit blood,” Ace said madly.

Grips and gaffers hurriedly maneuvered equipment, and the makeup artist tried to figure out how to make a fresh wound look convincingly painful. In the midst of this backstage circus, Kat screamed a name. "Killian Anderson. No fucking way!" Ah, Killian – heir to the Anderson production, reportedly arrogant, undeniably rich, and, according to the rumor mill, as handsome as a demigod. Now, this was the kind of gossip I could get behind.

Even his cologne, with its subtle notes of smoke and leather, reminds me of dark winter forests and the dangers lurking within. Struck speechless, all I could do was stare. The man in front of me was terrifyingly stunning. Not handsome, nor good-looking, not even attractive. Just terrifyingly stunning. His glossy jet black hairs were thick and fluffy on top of his head adding more definition to his impressive tall height. His face was sensually masculine and supported the most perfect features I had ever seen on a man before. High cheekbones, defined thick eyebrows, a staring angular jaw, thin yet attractive lips-it was as if he was a living version of a Greek God. Even his olive skin appear

"Please! Don’t kill me! I have a family!" "Oh, I know. You have a lovely wife and such adorable kids." "Don’t you dare touch my wife! You sick monster!" I chuckled coldly. "I’m not the monster here. you and I both know who it is." "Did Moretti send you?" "Bingo! We got a winner here! for the prize, do you want me to shoot at the heart or head? Your choice but please hurry my schedule are pack to kill people." "You are a sick woman!" he spits to my face. I wipe it with the back of my hand. "Now that’s not nice," I said in my deadly tone. I cock my gun and aim it at the heart but then again interruption.

"Don't called it as easy as that Sen. You will help not kill. This man, Zamar was the commander of the secret agent societies. How l made the court hanged him for his Injustice, do you think his members will let me live in peace in this world. Not just me, they will show no mercy to any of my kind. You see, that's why you saw me in thrilled. I wanted to protect my daughter jeisin and my brother Mandrel, that's my last wish in my life. For me, l didn't want to put anyone at risk" "I heard it, how they slab the dead bodies of their enemies. By the way, I suggest you don't do it yourself", "There's a man l knew holding this kind of business. His name is Reman", "Do you believe he can do it", "H

It felt after ages his heart was at peace. His gaze lingered over the scars on her face and neck. The image of her tied with ropes and covered in bloody scars raked his head and the urge to kill Armando came back. Only if he could keep that f*cker alive. Hunter would've killed him in millions of different ways every day and still won't let him die. The soft intensity of his gaze roved over her face. Her long black lashes curtained her cheeks. Her dried lips were parted as she drew in shallow breaths. Her hair formed a black fluff of a cloud on the pillow.

"Right. I said if you please me, but you didn't. So you broke that agreement first. Not me." "I bloody pleased you!" I yelled, unable to control my rage. "I did everything I could…” "Except telling me the goddamn truth, bitch!" He retorted aggressively, almost grabbing me, but I quickly moved back. Luckily, he didn't insist. He just adjusted on the bed but his gaze was slicing me up. "I'm not a fool, Killer. It's not possible that you magically got so good at deepthroating. You must have done it with someone else and I need to know who. I need a fucking name!"

Especially those idiotic naked goddesses that were painted on the loft ceiling. Rhye grimaced. The images of goddesses with fiery swords defending a gaggle of humans against a horde of dark creatures might be some sort of priceless work of art, but to Rhye it was a never-ending source of annoyance and stupidity. He was a brutal killer and a ruthless enemy to those who would threaten his pack. But for all his grim reputation, he was cursed with finely carved features and a halo of dark curls that perfectly matched his light green eyes. As beautiful as a fallen god . . .