Romance Novel Murder Novels & Stories

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.

🌹 A NOTE FROM THE AUTHOR 🌹 This is Book Two in the ‘Entangled’ series, and it continues the story after the events of Book One titled—Bound to the Mafia Lord. While you can read this book on its own, I strongly recommend reading Book One first for a clearer understanding of the characters, relationships, history, and events that have already taken place. There are several names and references throughout this book that were introduced in the previous story. But if you’ve decided to start here… welcome anyway. 🤭❤️

She asked, teasingly holding the book up for Marcus to see. His reaction was instantaneous. Golden eyes widened in recognition, and a hint of embarrassment crossed his features, tinting his cheeks red. "Ah. That one. It's a bit different from the others." “Clearly!” Intrigued, Vivienne turned the book over to read the summary. As she scanned the words, her eyes widened in disbelief. "A mafia romance?" she exclaimed. "And it's about a woman who was kidnapped for a year?"

Roman replied, still pounding into the waitress who works at his mother’s restaurant. “Get her out of here Roman or you’ll be replaced by Vincenzo. I have no problem asking him to be my best man” Roman pulled out, throwing his pants on “Fuck off” he said to the girl, she looked at him surprised, rearranging her skirt as she leaned in to kiss him. “I said fuck off” She pulled away, heading for the door quickly. “Fuck Santos, you could have let me finish” Roman said annoyed. “and you could get your shit together, when is this going to stop? It’s been two years Roman…Two years and you’ve killed anyone who has wronged the Callaso family, drank almost every night and fucked god knows how many who

I didn't know what to type, I just stared at his last message. Mystery man: So you are also a writer on Goodnovel, share me the l**k to your book. I will like to check it out. Me: Just type in itchy fingers or either My daughter's Nanny or Yes, master in the search space. I have two books on the platform, you can check any out. Mystery man: My daughter's Nanny? Is it romance? Me: Yes, of course. A mafia romance. Mystery man: I can tell you are an hopeless romantic.

Clearly, Damon killed both girl and man. Putting his gun back he grabbed the wrist of trembling Luciana. She finally looked up and met with his gaze. She frowned at how badly he was sweating and also his hands were also slightly shaking. Damon: We have to get out of here. It's not safe here. Let's go. He said dragging her with him while Luciana followed him without any protest. She was still shaken a little because of the gunshots she heard. It wasn't like she was expecting him to be a saint. Of course, he's a mafia and killing isn't something big for him.

I also found myself so deathly afraid that I immediately closed her files as I read them because I just read some murder scenes in them. Her every word still resembles a good artist. And to be honest, the novel that she was writing right now is more powerful and engaging to the readers, it was even more realistic, except for the fact that it was filled with murky darkness. I also remembered way back that she had submitted her outline to me and asked for my approval, and I sealed it enthusiastically seeing how lovely her next novel would be. Her initial plot was a sad romance novel, but as the chapters progressed, I started seeing murderous crimes and devastating death that was already out of

She wanted this as much as I did. She wanted to end this—end her battle with herself. "You think you can still be someone else?" I asked, my words deliberately cruel. "Someone who isn’t mine?" I smiled… My teeth flashing in the dim light. I knew the answer. I’d always known. There was no Sabrina without Viktor. "You’re mine, Sabrina. You’ve always been mine." 19 SABRINA I killed myself that night. The woman I had been, the one sent here to end him, to cleanse the world of his darkness, she died the moment I lowered the gun.

I wasn't waiting for the next person to go for my assassin assignment. I had found my home in the one place I never expected to find it—in the arms of the man I was originally sent to destroy. What began as a deadly game had become the greatest love story of my life. And maybe that was the cruelest joke fate could ever play. I was sent to destroy Cassius DiMarco. Instead, I gave him my heart. And somewhere along the way… he gave me his. THE END

A silk slip clings to her body, red as blood, mocking me. That wedding day memory claws back, uninvited. The church smelled like lilies. My dress was pristine, every pearl hand-sewn by a seamstress my mother trusted. Ethan stood at the altar, handsome and nervous, a boy playing at manhood. My father's hand squeezed mine, heavy with expectation. And then-gunfire. Shouts. Blood where flowers should've been. Dante's face cutting through the chaos like a blade. He looked at me the way predators look at prey. Not love. Not even lust. Hunger.