Murder Romance Books Novels & Stories

(Teen Romance) Beautiful Adeline: A Mafia Romance (Dark Romance) I Still Hate You (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) All For the Money (Erotic Romance) His Girlfriend's Brother (BxB, BL, MxM, LGBQT Romance) Marina (Mystery/Thriller)

“I’m not as shameless as you! I simply can’t bear to see you acting all bold and confident while stealing someone else’s fiancé. It’s another story if you love Michael, but you’re just using him for revenge. Your twisted personality makes you jealous of others' happiness!” Infuriated, Suzy could not care less about speaking politely. “You’re calling me a third party, but aren’t you a homewrecker yourself? Do you think you’re nobler than me?” What was this about? Could people not tell right from wrong anymore? Even a homewrecker was starting to seek justice for another homewrecker. “I’ve never called myself noble and I wish you’ll not pretend to be that in front of me. I’ve seen many disgusti

“I never loved you. I can’t love a murderer.” The room spun. My cigar dropped, smoldering on the rug. Last night, he’d whispered “I love you so much, Lucian” in the dark, his fingers tangled in my hair. Now, this? I stepped toward him, my voice hoarse. “You don’t mean that, Ethan. You said—”

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“That you’ll just get yourself killed. You don’t have a plan. There’s a murderer running around just waiting for the right moment to snuff you out…” “What time is better than now?” I seethed, the champagne mixing with the fear and anger in my blood. “You have me cornered. Kill me then.” In my anger, I hadn’t realized how close he was. I smelled his aftershave, felt the tremors of something dark pulsing beneath his skin, and tainting his breath. “You’re irredeemably stupid, aren’t you?”

Taking her hand and putting it on his chest, he kissed her lips again. It differed from their intimate times before. This time, he was more desperate and eager to make her his. He touched her body until she let out a sigh and touched his nape. “Harold ….” “I want you badly, baby. Will you let me?” He kissed her chest. She didn’t know what to say. It was easy to surrender and let him do what he wanted. Maybe it was the best, but it didn’t feel right. He was still a mafia leader. Everything was still the same. Did she love him?

a deep voice commands. I turn. He walks in like he owns the place. Broad shoulders under a tailored black suit, dark eyes that slice through the chaos. His presence is heavier than the gunfire. Dante Morreti. I know that name. Whispers. Mafia. Blood. Power. The devil of New York. His gaze pins me in place. My chest tightens, breath shallow. “She’s the bride?” he asks, almost amused. “Yes, Boss,” one of his men answers. “Pretty little thing,” Dante murmurs, eyes raking me head to toe. “Shame she belongs to a coward.”

Author's POV : The rooms are beautifully decorated with scented and floating candles everywhere. The dim lighting and soft and soothing music make it all the more romantic. Rose petals are scattered on the bed. Smaran enters the room, locks the door, and turns his gaze all around in astonishment. Soon his surprised face turns into a happy one and then he starts looking for her in the room but she is nowhere to be seen.

“I don’t care if you are guilty or not; I just want my daughter back.” “For your information, I wasn’t his accomplice,” I told him. I was the one that brought him down and took all his business. I made the bastard pay for dragging my brothers and me through his sick murderous rampage. We would have to pay penance for the rest of our lives. Some of the men we killed weren’t exactly innocent, but they didn’t deserve to die either. The moment he cut Nikolai’s face, he was a dead man to me. I should have murdered him but seeing him rot in prison seemed so much sweeter.

She melted at my kiss like she always did. “Ew!” Killian said from over my shoulder. “Kissing Mommy gross.” “Really?” I asked. “I love Mommy’s kisses. Almost as much as I love Mommy.” Penelope has a new romantasy series coming out under the pen name Penelope Barsetti. I was fifteen when the Death King came for us.