Romance Crime Novels & Stories

Their hollow eyes made my skin crawl. "Exchange your vows." The ghost bride slowly lowered her head toward me. In that instant, a small piece of skull slipped loose from the side of her forehead and fell. Right then, I heard the system notification: [Ding! Congratulations on successfully selecting your target: Ximena Ferguson.] [Target has gifted you a blood-red formal suit. It has been added to your inventory. Bonus reward: one universal glue.] [Please remove the nail from Ximena's head and use the universal glue to repair her skull to increase intimacy.]

“They're all dead.” “Are you a cop?” My breath rasped in my throat. “Who are you?” “Marco Vitale.” He said coolly. His eyes remained on me like he wanted to catch my genuine reaction. “Like…you mean…the Black Requiem? The infamous Italian mob boss—Marco Vitale?” He grunted a deep approving sound from his throat. “You're well informed.”

Luca’s POV The pier was a symphony of destruction—gunfire popping like fireworks, waves crashing against the sinking yacht’s husk, Chen’s FBI agents shouting commands into radios. Bodies littered the wet concrete, blood mixing with saltwater in dark pools. Dante’s roar cut through it all, raw and primal, as he charged toward us—gun raised, eyes locked on Rocco’s back. But in that frozen heartbeat, Rocco’s mouth was on mine, his kiss a brutal invasion that stole my breath and ignited something treacherous deep in my core.

he continued, voice even colder, “it has nothing to do with me. You’re a Vance. Marry whoever your father picks. Play the good princess.” Liar. I could see it in the tightness around his eyes, the way his fingers dug into my waist like he hated the idea as much as I did. It was eating him alive inside. That snapped pen at breakfast proved it. I rose on my toes, my breasts brushing his chest. “You’re full of shit, Killian Romano. You touched me. You tasted me. You held me in my bed while I told you I love you. And now you want to pretend none of it mattered?”

The truth hung between them like smoke, suffocating. Rhian bit her lip hard, tears burning her eyes. “And you expect me to just accept this? To raise our daughter with a man who admits he’s a criminal? Who kills and punishes people like he’s God?” “I never asked you to accept it,” Damon said firmly, his voice cutting through her sobs. “I only ask you to understand why. Every man I punished earned it. They weren’t innocent, Rhian. They were corrupt, evil. They bled others dry. I did what the law couldn’t, what the weak were too afraid to do. That is the world I lived in—the world I tried to keep far from you.”

“She’s also fiesty and fiery and did everything I told her not to.” I couldn’t help but smile. Terzo, the mafia, was in love and married to the love of his life. I didn’t meet this kind of person every day. “Why are you smiling?” Spade’s amused voice and his grasp on my thigh caught my attention. I looked at him. “Don’t you see it? It’s romantic. It’s a good plot for a N*****x movie.” “See?” Terzo looked at the couple. “I saw it coming. I just didn’t think it would be sooner.”

High heat, raw passion, graphic intimacy. Power Struggles & Dark Romance – Forced marriage, enemies-to-lovers, emotional warfare, and psychological games. Possessive Male Leads – Alpha billionaire energy, dominance, and territorial obsession. Mafia Themes & Violence – Blood, vengeance, and brutal consequences. Emotionally Intense Content – Rebellion, betrayal, fear, longing, and morally questionable choices. Trigger Elements – Gun violence, physical intimidation, verbal threats, control dynamics, and sexual dominance (always consensual). This is not a soft romance. It’s fire, fury, and desire. Read at your own risk—and pleasure.

Love stories in a fictional universe mostly end up with a happy ending because destiny exists and will always be by the side of the two characters. But love stories are not always nice. Some do not start in a vintage coffee shop or a school hallway in the first day of a school year, and some do not end up in a wedding as a happy ending. Love indeed is complex as it could either be a lifetime benefit or a permanent danger to an individual. But perhaps destiny does exist—but that does not mean destiny gives everyone a happy ending. The question is, do the people involved in the world of crime deserve a happy ending? Or will destiny stay by their side to prove that love is more powerful than an

I didn't want to see that. "Make that the last fucking time or I'll string you back up like shark meat, ca-peash cabrón" Lucien snarled. They are winding each other's wheels up with this cabrón calling. "Mi amor, la princesa de la mafia.- she is an angel and deserves to be called it at any chance given" Carlos went on. "Have you two had enough yet" I cut in with annoyance. They both fell silent. Their eyes glued to each other asif silently carrying on their drama between themselves.

I reached for one of my phones and made a call, placing it on speaker. "Sir" the security said over the phone. "Come and get a bitch out of my room" I said coldly and ended the call. I heard her whimper and next, she grabbed her bag from the bed and ran out of the room. I puffed out smoke from my mouth as I heard her whack the door. I wonder when I'll stop seeing such drama. Cheap ladies. They know the only thing I want is their body. Yet, they still go ahead to make attempts on me. When will they understand I can never fall in love?