Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

he interrupted. “Stop following me Jax,” I commanded establishing my authority changing the conversation because at the end of the day he was just a massive fan of mine. “No, I want recommendations on books, preferably the slow burns with two people trying to fight their connection when they were soulmates from the moment they met but they were blind.” I know what he was doing. He was trying to describe our romance but ours was a tragedy, not a romance in my books anyway. I huffed annoyed and played his game, by saying “I would recommend Birthday Girl by Penelo-“

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

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.

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…

Cato Marino wasn’t just the most successful banker in the world—but he was the most successful lover. I’d enjoyed screwing a criminal mastermind who murdered someone in his driveway, and the sex was so good I forgot just how much danger I was in. My task was to manipulate him and somehow isolate him from the herd of his security detail, but that operation seemed impossible. Last night, the sex was amazing for me, but it was probably average for him. It didn’t matter how wet or eager I was, his threesomes and wild nights would always triumph over anything I could offer. Maybe this was a bad idea.

⚠️🔞 TRIGGER WARNINGS (DARK ROMANCE): ⚠️🔞 This is a DARK ROMANCE book with heavy, raw, and non-traditional themes. It contains highly sensitive content that some readers may find uncomfortable, triggering, or disturbing. This includes, but is not limited to: Domestic abuse and physical violence Forced marriage and extreme possessiveness Non-consensual/forced sexual situations and breeding themes Explicit sexual content (18+) Very strong language and toxic dynamics

I was alternating between the kiss we almost shared in my head and the man I killed. I had come here to destroy him. To tear his world apart the way his kind had torn mine. Yet, all I could think about was the way his hand had fit around my throat, the heat of his body so close to mine, the way my lips had parted on instinct, betraying me. Pathetic. I clenched my fists. I had to focus. Duncan Romano was not a man I could afford to be distracted by. He was dangerous. Calculated. A monster disguised as a businessman.

It was scorching like a flame and if auras could be tasted, hers would definitely be bitter. I shuddered, walking over to the first aisle to check it out. The first book that caught my attention was Blood, Pawns and Obsession. It was a dark romance by Rylie Martin. I had one of my projects on hold because I wanted to read this book and get into the head of the psychotic male lead, so I would understand him better and be able to execute my plotline to my taste. The grin on my face unconsciously widened, and I brought the book to my nose, sniffing it in.

“Do you want me to show you instead? Show not tell, as they say….” I gasped. No, I gaped. This man—he’s everything I hated. Yet, still, I ached for him, every inch of him. I wanted and needed him in all the aspects I can think of. “I want you, Zarion…” He smirked. “Romantic feelings involve something that is defined by the soul—soulmates as they claim. Soulmates are always in love, romantically involved. You felt something like there’s a rat running inside your rib cage. You felt like you couldn’t continue your life without him as cheesy as it may sound. Not only that, but you felt like you’ve seen your future the moment your eyes met. And that…” he paused, inhaling through his nose. “...You

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”