Psychopath Romance Books Novels & Stories

Then: “A shell company tied to a man named Victor Hale.” The name hit like a punch to the gut. Victor Hale. The man who once offered me protection when I was nobody. The man who smiled while warning me that success had a price. The man who disappeared right around the time Sophia vanished. And the man who was very much alive. I closed my eyes slowly. It wasn’t betrayal. It was a setup. I had built my empire on the belief that she abandoned me. On the fire of hatred and revenge. On the promise that I would never be weak enough to love her again.

Lucifer smiled, and in that moment, I knew we would build a world where we could thrive in our madness, a sanctuary where chaos reigned supreme. With our fingers entwined, we stepped deeper into the labyrinth, ready to embrace whatever darkness awaited us, side by side, forever entwined in the beautiful chaos we had created. And in that moment, I realized I had found my place in the world—within the shadows, with Lucifer, the man who had transformed my life. Together, we were unstoppable, and the labyrinth of madness was ours to navigate. THE END! THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

Except now it was in my kitchen with the weak winter sunlight hitting us through the blinds and my legs wrapped around his waist. It was wrong and yet the most natural thing in the world. It felt right to be like this with him, even when I knew it was going to cause me nothing but pain and heartbreak in the long run. Men like Dion didn't get into relationships with nobodies like me. That kind of thing only happened in romance movies. This wasn't a romance movie. It was my life, and Dion Granger was going to ruin it again. Only this time, I wasn't sure I cared.

She pushed me back onto the sofa, her hands inching toward the waistband of my jeans. Still locked in a passionate kiss, my hand ventured beneath her shirt, while my foot urged her legs apart. Her shallow breaths resonated in my ears, laced with need and desire. I could feel my cock throbbing against her thigh, aching for her touch. The earlier phone call had soured my mood, but the sight of her rekindled my spirits instantly.

60 percent Mafia book, 40 percent erotica. A book about lust, love, obsession, possession, Domination, BDSM, war, and blood shade. Sophia was the opposite of Dante. She is kind and soft-hearted and they shined through her appearance. After a break up with the man she spent years building a future with, Sophia fuels that energy into her career— the desire to be a lifesaver. She promised never to give love a chance but her father’s constant intervention pushed her into the arms of a man she saw through his light, instead of the darkness that he is.

The sight made her stomach clench with a mix of awe and pure, unadulterated lust. How could a man who looked like that, who exuded such potent charisma, be capable of such ruthless brutality? The memory of him holding that gun, years ago, had haunted her, a cold shadow over her life. And now, here she was, in his bedroom, wearing his shirt, lusting over him. Something was definitely wrong somewhere. This was certainly a Stockholm captor situation. She needed to get off the call. Now. “You’re staring... Like what you see? Or you want me to go out on a shirt?”

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She replied pretending to be ignorant of what Carolina meant. "Elena, he is a fucking psychopath. A deadly criminal for that matter. He is dangerous." Carolina stated almost as if checking if Elena had probably forgotten those facts about the guy. "Yes, and he has psychological issues. He is still a patient and he deserves to be treated." Elena just earned a dead stare from Carolina who looked at her as if she was missing her head.

Ropes of his seeds shot inside me at the same time my liquid forced out to meet him in the middle. "O my God, I'm so much in love with you…, Daniell." words left my lips at the same time his sharp canines broke the soft skin of my neck. Blood drops taint the cream silk bed sheets beneath me as a feeling of dipping in the river of acid wash over me as his canines go further inside. My wolf body is burning with the lava running inside it, too much for me to take. Pain dubbed with the tingling sensation when he removed his canines out of my flesh and smoothen the skin with his tongue.