Romance Novel Murder Novels & Stories

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.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

It made me want to cry just looking at it. "That's so romantic! I'm sure she said yes right away," I said. "There's no way I could have said no if someone did that to me." "Actually..." *** "I mean, she certainly didn't date any other boys in high school, but I've never been quite sure," Mr. Watson said. "There was so much chaos afterword that I never heard an answer. She looked stunned, and Ray was on his feet before long. He hugged her tightly and whispered something in her ear. She let him put the dime store ring on her finger. We all thought it was official, but I guess puppy love never lasts."

His hand clenched into a fist in frustration. In the noon, Rose was going to her home. Upon arrival, she encountered a gathering outside. Pushing through the crowd, she entered and heard her mother's inconsolable weeping she rushed to her room and found her sister sprawled on the bed, blood-soaked, a knife lodged in her chest and she was Dead! ~~~ Rose jolted awake on the bed, gasping heavily, beads of sweat gathering on her forehead. As she scanned her surroundings, she realized she was in her husband's room and it was already morning. Turning, she observed him peacefully asleep beside her.

Genre: Romance, Mafia. Theme: Dark romance. Setting: The book unfolds in Italy and migrates to Russia, and is set to occur in the 21st century Tone: Dark, wild, and steamy Characters:- Mariana Denaro: Female lead. Alexandr Radimr Vastlav: Mariana’s husband. Alejandro Raes Vastlav: Mariana’s brother in-law and her love interest. Mariano Denaro: Mariana’s brother.

A collection of dark, raw narratives that people would have to read. “You’re insane,” Jenni says, shaking her head, though I can see the faintest hint of interest in her eyes. “You think you can find real criminals and get them to tell you their life story?” “It’s unique,” I insist. “And no one’s ever done it. People would be hooked. I tell them I'm doing research for my dark romance, which I am. Then I use everything in another book as well.”

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.

I sat down and bent my head stamping my foot on the ground. "When I get home, I will surely kill Steven." I kept mumbling. I felt a warm hand touched me. When I raised my head up, I saw a handsome guy staring at me with a smile on his face.

CHAPTER 7 THE FIRST BULLET Elena's POV "They found you." Damien's words had barely left his mouth when another gunshot echoed through the mansion. Bang! The windows shook and someone screamed downstairs and then came another shot and then another. The sound of people running filled the hallway and my heart rang against my chest. "What... what is happening?" I whispered. Damien did not answer, he was already moving and he grabbed my wrist and pulled me away from the office door. "Stay behind me."

My eyes never left the metallic object that could end one's life without a second thought. I could feel the fear deep in my bones. This was something I never expected would happen in my life. Italy had been my dream vacation country. But after a few weeks here, I had decided to stay and begin my pastry business. Everything had been fine until I stepped into The Den. Maybe I should have listened to Lola. All I could see was the muzzle of the gun. Smoke oozed from the muzzle of the gun, evidence that it had been recently used. "Dax is dead because of you, whore." He choked out.