Romance Novel Murder Novels & Stories

"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.

Wilson didn’t like romance novels. He was reading the book because of Clara. He had even brought the book to the company and read it during working hours. The female and male lead had fallen in love at first sight. An accident happened after a few months of being together. The female lead became a murder suspect, and the male lead did everything he could to clear her suspicions. However, almost everyone advised him not to beat the air. Someone had even hinted to him that a big shot had sacrificed the female lead as the scapegoat for his daughter.

She did her best to listen to the different genres of music just to see if it would work, but it didn’t, so she came up with the idea to watch tons of romance movies just to get some inspiration, and luckily; it worked. “What was your novel all about?” Zeno asked while they were eating. Annalise stopped slicing the pork and looked at him, who was eating peacefully, “A man fell in love with a woman who just came to be his wife because of the agreement.” Zeno suddenly choked when heard her answer. Because of that, the maid panicked and offered him a glass of water. “Are you okay?” Annalise asked him when she witnessed him choke. “Yeah,” he responded. “Are you planning to publish that?”

" And he went away leaving me shocked. To be continued…. From tomorrow, there's a new journey for Eric and Scarlett, tune in to see the tale of heartbreak, possessiveness, and obsession. A way to their Ruthless Romance. Till the next time Purva Narang (Your author)

My gaze locked with Dante who had a blonde sitting on his crotch, slowly grinding her lower half on him. "Is this why you wanted to see me? To show me how loose you are with women?" I spat at him in annoyance. Dante chuckled richly and tapped the blonde to get off him. Standing up, he towered above me. "Did you know that your darling husband almost died in Mexico?" He asked with an uncanny smile. I let out shortened breaths, "I don't understand what you mean. How did that happen?" "Oh he didn't tell you?" Dante taunted,ambling around me.

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

I said. “Killer? Roman?” She frowned. The confusion was evident on her face as she stared at me. “Didn't he kill his first wife? They were talking about it when I was at Lucrezia’s place” “Roman didn't kill his first wife. She was murdered. Yes. But he wasn't the one that killed her. He loved her too much” she said. She looked almost certain that I was almost tempted to believe her but at the same time, I couldn't be sure about Roman yet. Life has thought me the hard way that it was a mistake to trust people. If my own family could hurt me. Then why not a stranger.

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…

His breath ghosted over her lips before sealing the moment with a kiss… cold, calculated and final. This wasn't marriage, nor love. Rather, it was war. It was the beginning of her sentence. Millicent felt it in her bones, the quiet threat beneath his touch. She hadn't just married a man. She had stepped into the arms of her executioner. “Smile for the crowd, Mrs. De Angelis,” Angelo whispered in a low and poisonous voice. “Because soon… they'll be watching you burn.” *Click* The cameras flashed. And somewhere behind that smile, something wicked had already begun to move.

For a moment, I hardly recognized myself. How could I marry Adriano Romano? The very thought of standing at his side made my skin crawl. Rumors about him whispered through the city like ghost stories. Some said he killed his own cousin to seize power. Others said he had no heart, that women who entered his world never came back the same. A shiver raced down my spine. No, I couldn’t let that be my future. As the tears dried on my cheeks, something else began to burn inside me. A spark. Anger. Defiance.