Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

And revenge. For his dangerous tattooed queen. The one who killed him. The one he would make his, no matter how many lifetimes it took. This is a streamy Dark Fantasy Werewolf Romance book you don't want to miss for anything. Believe me when I tell you, you don't want to miss this.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

Sloane turned around, her eyes defiant even as her body betrayed her with a tremor. "Then I hope you’re a good liar, Julian." "I'm not lying about this," he said, his gaze dropping to her lips. Outside, the first black rose of the season bloomed in the garden, and somewhere in the city, the Don was screaming for their heads. But in the silence of the suite, the only sound was the crackle of the fire and the heartbeat of a killer wife.

A cold-hearted killer with a mind corrupted with evil. Her darker side has come to play. "I hope you'll enjoy screaming, Kane. I certainly will when I cut you up into itty bitty portions just like what happened to Dina," Raven said, receiving a knife from Celie. "It's a pity you won't be buried or have a grave, though. I'll burn you until you're nonexistent. Nothing but ash." She chuckled at the fear in Kane's eyes and she angled the knife at his finger, then began her work.

The Vanilla-like smell enveloped my senses, relieving me of my fears instantly and calming my racing heart. I couldn’t wrap my head around it, why was it happening? Why was my body reacting as though he was here to save me even when it was clear from the foregoing that he was going to kill me. Then suddenly my wolf purred excitedly “Mate!” As he continued to move closer and closer, stalking me while growling, I had a clearer view of him. I was in shock when I discovered who he was. He was the Lycan Alpha’s son, and heir. The fact that he was their leader already told me that he was going to kill me but the funny feeling that I felt towards him was what I couldn’t understand. We were sworn en

“Are you Nightingale’s little b*stard?” “Who are you?” “I’m Darren Cain. That b*tch Nightingale killed my sister and my son. I’m going to take your life in return!” “You can’t blame me for that when it has nothing to do with me!” Colors drained from the horrified woman’s face. Darren was not bothered about that. He slapped her a few times across the face and went on to ripping her clothes off. “You’ve even given birth to foreign b*stards. Let me see how much of a sl*t you actually are!”

It was the recognition in his gaze, like he'd been looking for me. "Cassandra Roglas," he said. Not a question. Ice slid down my spine. "How do you know my name?" "Everyone here knows the Roglas name." He pulled a handkerchief from his pocket, wiping champagne from his hands with slow, deliberate movements. His accent was Italian, refined, dangerous. "Though you don't seem eager to claim it." "I don't know what you mean." "No?" His eyes tracked over my face, reading something I didn't want him to see. "You've been trying to disappear into the walls since you arrived. Either you're afraid of someone in this room, or you don't want to be found."

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

I wouldn’t need more. I didn't want to kill Pascal from a distance; I wanted to be close. Close enough to feel the breath leaving his body. I didn't want to make that mistake again. If Rafa wanted honesty, the truth was simple. Pascal wouldn't stop, not until he finished what he started. Not until one of us is dead. I walked to the address Pascal gave me. That sneaky bastard slipped a note in my pocket while I wasn't looking. He knew I would come. Bastard.

WARNING, LOVES. This isn’t your sweet cinnamon roll romance. Inside these pages, you’ll find obsession, dubious consent, stalking, emotional manipulation, violence, and a heroine who doesn’t just break the rules—she lights them on fire. There will be blood. There will be spice. There will be twisted minds doing twisted things in the name of love (or something like it). If that makes you uncomfortable, close the book. But if you like your romance dark, your villains deliciously unhinged, and your morals tied up and begging for mercy...