Killer's Sweetheart Novels & Stories

Bringing him closer to her body, he relaxed even further. "Angel." His soft murmur reached her ears as he blindly searched for lips. In his sleep, he kissed her with so much passion that she didn't want him to stop. "My sweetheart," he murmured once more before going back to sleep. Not too long after Mikel fell asleep with a smile on her face. "Mikel. Let's get a move on. Time's a wasting sweetheart." Mikel rolled her eyes at Killian's shouting from below the stairs as she stood watching the two tops she has yet to decide on. It was probably two minutes when she heard him shout once more. "The gray with the pink writing."

Sienna I can’t hate Tash, I can only love her. She is my best friend, my cousin. Killer is a man that never got a taste of sweet, Tash can be that for him. He needs sweet, not a bitch. Not me. I have so many skeletons in my closet. The look he gives me, sensing my thoughts, says maybe I am right. “Let me take him for a bit,” Natasha whines in a sweet voice.

My heart pounded, not just from the weight of his words, but from the storm I could see brewing in Lady Sinclair’s eyes. Lisa gave a bitter laugh. “You can’t be serious. Her? She doesn’t fit, Vincent. She never will.” That was when Vincent did something that silenced the room entirely. He took my hand, lifted it from beneath the table, and pressed a kiss to my knuckles. Slowly. Tenderly. Right in front of them. “I don’t care who approves,” he said. “Vanessa is the only one I want.” The air seemed to vanish from the room. Lady Sinclair’s lips pressed into a thin line, and Lisa pushed her chair back so suddenly it scraped against the polished floor. Without a word, she stormed out, her heels c

It felt so good that I wouldn't be so surprised if I was drooling from the pleasure. " So tight " Killian groaned. It was hard to keep himself in control, not with all the noises I was making and the lewd expression on my face " I have just one finger in, imagine how good you would feel around my cock. " " Oh God, yes " " Is that what you want sweetheart?" " Y..yes...Please Alpha " " That's right. Your Alpha " He turned me around so my back was pressed to his chest, there was a shuffling of fabric behind me before I felt something hard pressing into my ass. Killian licked a long stripe on my neck. " Part your thighs for me, Sweetheart "

Killian never calls me sweetheart. "Oh Jason, I apologize, I thought it was someone else." "Sweetheart, who are these men?" "Excuse me? Who is this?" "Ohh, too bad, you've forgotten me so fast, sweetheart." "I'm sorry, this is a wrong number..." "It's your ex fiancé, Eve." "R...Rafe." My throat got dry all of a sudden. How did he get my number? God, I'm not ready for all of these...and Ava isn't here with me.

She reached out and smoothed the lapel of my jacket, her fingers lingering near my chest. “However,” she whispered, her voice conspiratorial and dark. “I have to say, seeing you so resistant to me makes me want you more. I know there’s something important you’re hiding, Killian. And I always get what I want.” She didn't stop there. She reached up and placed a slow, lingering kiss on my cheek, ensuring that several prominent guests had a full view of the gesture. Her lips were cold and dry, a symbol of the dead, loveless alliance we were about to enter.

I shrieked as he pushed me into his car. *** When we got home, I found his friends and other guys there. The house was crowded. “I have a surprise for you, wife. Come with me,” he smirked as he took my hand and led me to the living room. “Turn on the TV, Killian, and let my wife see her lover.” My heart raced when Killian turned on the TV, and I saw Mike hanging outside a building in the middle of nowhere. “Do you see your lover?” He chuckled. “He will be dead tonight.”

he looked shocked to hear my cold tone all of a sudden “The Mafia boss who killed your parents, his name is Marcus Davila. He is one of the richest underworld mafia’s and is known for being ruthless. News confirms that he is very ill and is about to pass away in few months. He has announced to distribute his property in between his two sons, Gabriel Davila and Christopher Davila and his two twin daughters Cassie Davila and Suzie Davila, and the two culprits who were involved in the murder were Noah Swan and Luke Adams who are enjoying their luxurious lives with their family.

“How did she die?” “You see, the Mafia world is very dangerous. People know it’s dangerous, but they don’t realize it’s hell on earth. Once you’re kind, rivals take advantage of your kindness and bring you down or take you out... Mr. Enzo is a victim, but he wasn’t the one who was taken out—it was his sister.” “What did Enzo do that made them kill her?” She shook her head. “He didn’t do anything. It was his father’s rival who came after them, and his sister wasn’t lucky.”

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve