Romance Novel Murder Novels & Stories

Frank said and Mel could not help with the tears that rolled down her cheek. Uncontrollable tears kept on falling as Mel kept on looking at the documents in front of her. The first three documents were three different passports. One in the name of Eric Black and the other in the name of Alfred Gibbins and the third one in the name of Alexander Ducan with Alex's picture on three of them. The third document was an old newspaper from the last two years with the picture of Alexander at the top which the headline states that a certain man named Oliver Knight murdered his wife and unborn child in order to inherit the wife's property. Then there was another newspaper which stated that the murderer,

He’s downright murderous. But I have to get him to calm down somehow. Though I appreciate him defending and being mad on my behalf, murdering an associate of the mafia family at our wedding after-party is a big no-no. “…Dante--” “Come on, now. It’s just a friendly tap.” There’s nothing I want more than to wipe the floor with Ricci’s face to rid him of his smirk, but Dante look’s like he’d commit murder and not blink or think twice. The ticking in his jaw is back and I’m afraid he’d break his teeth if he grits any stronger.

He offered and handed his pill to me, bringing a bright smile to my face. "Thanks bro." I thanked him, and he winked, rushing out. That was how he saved me, but I knew it was only a matter of time before my secret would be exposed. This was a dangerous path to tread—the type that would bring disaster and death at the end. It was that type of romance that has no happy ending. I knew this, and I should stay away. The best option was to kill her and save myself from falling harder, but my powers are weak in front of her.

Jim was good, and she was more aroused than ever before. Slowly, she tried to push back her feelings of guilt and allowed herself to fully enjoy the event. "God, I'm hot!" she thought. As he moved slightly over her to plant his lips on hers, Jim began to feel the good feelings that had eluded him since the death of his wife. He kissed Maddie on the lips, softly at first; then with increasing passion, and finally, when his tongue slipped between her lips, he felt the thrill - the first of many as the couple experimented and played.

He even raised a corgi, a dream of mine, and surrounded himself with plushies, just as I had wished. He went further, staging a grand wedding, a fantasy of mine, and introducing me to his family and friends. It was as if he'd known my deepest desires all along, only to deny them. George burst into the hall halfway through the wedding. "You and your lover killed Holly! How dare you throw a wedding with Holly now? This is appalling. "I've killed Marie. You need to pay the price as her accomplice! If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly!"

Vincenzo’s world tilted. "Noel..." he whispered brokenly. Elene laughed, her voice wild. "Look at you," she purred into Noel’s hair. "Still such a good little sacrifice." "Let them go," Noel choked out. Matteo hesitated. Vincenzo aimed his gun. "I'll give you anything," Vincenzo said desperately. "I’ll marry you. I’ll…" Elene threw her head back and laughed. "You still don’t get it, do you?" she snarled. "This isn't about love anymore. This is about REVENGE."

Something inside her fractured as she read those words. She barely recalled the hours that passed a haze of wine, the sound of a wineglass shattering against the kitchen floor, and humiliation rising in her like an unwelcome guest. To be discarded was one pain, but to be publicly replaced was another agony altogether. Her apartment suffocated her with its memories- Aidan's scent lingering in the air, his books haunting her shelves. She did what any heartbroken woman would do. She go dress to kill. A black satin gown that draped to the floor, a daring slit grazing her thigh.

“You made me come. You went too far. You touched Elena. Me. Everyone.” “Your weaknesses, Luca. You’ve always had one.” “And you had yours: pride.” A single shot. Ryan fired first. But his gun was empty. Luca didn’t hesitate. Two shots. Precise. Ryan fell on the plane’s steps, blood staining his expensive suit. Elena climbed swiftly, reaching Luca just as police sirens approached. The plane had come to a complete stop, and the area was already surrounded by law enforcement—called by an anonymous tip, likely Damien’s doing.

“Do you remember that?” My heart slams against my ribs. “Who pulled the trigger?” he asks. I shake my head violently. “You did!!! You did this…You killed them.” Victor straightens slowly. “It wasn’t me,” he says evenly. “It was the ruthless Don.” The bulb overhead buzzes louder in the silence that follows. “He shot your father,” Victor says. “Dante Romano killed him.” The words hang in the air and my breathing turns shallow. “That’s a lie,” I say immediately. “Dante would never.”

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.