Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

It was the same lust that I was feeling in that moment that was arousing with every passing second. I parted my lips, I wanted to defend myself in front of him. I never wanted my mate to have misunderstandings like this. I came here to kill Alpha Romeo, not him. I was about to tell him, but his mouth closed in on mine, his kiss was like a drug to me, soaking in me,- slow, erotic, and teasing. It was nothing like the kisses that I had shared with my boyfriend, Knight. It was twice as bewitching. In the next moment, I felt his hand running down like a hot-blooded river, skimming past the outline of my breast, moving down until it reached my groin.

“You want to buy your wife a copy of Why It Is Prudent To Kill the Man That You Marry?” The killer’s eyebrows raised a fraction before he could control them. “Why, uh . . . yes. Yes, I do. That is precisely the book that I wish to purchase. For my wife.” “Kathleen” shrugged, and the killer sighed in relief. The woman burst into a long and tedious book report using words like “feminist ideals” and “male oppressive dogs” and by the time they were completely alone and it was time for her to die, the murderer was very, very ready to kill her.

“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.” Jenni smirks, pushing herself up from the couch and crossing the room toward me. “I’ll give you this—it’s bold. But you’re going to get yourself killed. Who are you going to find to tell you their darkest secrets, hmm? A stalker? A murderer? A Mafia boss?” She shakes her head, chuckling. “You’re mad.” “Maybe,” I say, standing up, the spark of determination burning hotter in my chest. “But maybe madness is exactly what I need.”

He even ordered her shoes to be hidden, trapping her soul within the manor forever, unable to leave. However, in the end, he underestimated the hatred she carried after death. On the anniversary of her death the following year, she returned and killed him. However, Derrick had planned ahead. Before dying, he arranged to be buried with her. He even specifically ordered that her shoes be placed inside his coffin. As if even in death, he wanted to keep her under his control. After hearing all that, a surge of anger exploded in my chest. This Derrick was not just ugly. He was completely twisted.

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.

I struggled to find the words. “That crazy bitch killed him,” she added. “Who knows how she did it and who she trapped with her slutty ways to help her deal with Dickson?” I sighed. “Scarlett... she’s mated to Alpha Damon of the Crescent Pack, and he might be the one who killed him.”

“I’m sorry, Felicity... It’s my fault. I didn’t catch it in time. I should’ve stopped it sooner...” At that moment, the only thing holding me together, the solid ground beneath me, crumbled away, and I sank, drowning in the aftermath of it all. Darcy almost killed me, and she had killed my grandmother. And Felix, too, was to blame. He was as much of a killer as anyone else. I spoke through gritted teeth, my voice raw with anguish, “Felix, I hate you. I wish I’d never met you.”

Not just any bouquet—an extravagant arrangement of crimson roses, their petals full and perfect, the kind that carried both elegance and danger. Rhian blinked, taken aback. Damon wasn’t a man of clichés. He didn’t deal in soft gestures. His way of care was meals slipped into her schedule, silent protection, brutal vengeance against anyone who harmed her. Flowers… were unexpected. Attached was a single black card with silver lettering, in Damon’s handwriting: To the fire that refuses to burn out. —D Her throat tightened as she lifted the bouquet, the fragrance filling the air with a sweetness that contrasted the steel edge of her office. She ran her fingers over the petals, her heart racing.

Luca handed him a spare weapon. “If you get out of here alive… change your life, Damien.” The plane began to move. Luca and Elena ran toward the side stairs, covered by smoke and chaos. Ryan appeared on the steps, gun raised. He fired. Bullets ricocheted. Elena dropped to the ground, but Luca kept climbing without stopping. Face to face, the two men now looked at each other without shields. “You shouldn’t have come this far,” Ryan said. “You made me come. You went too far. You touched Elena. Me. Everyone.”