Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

They are my great great great grandparents . Knox did not understand the meaning of this dream at first until I explained my theory. "Have you ever given it much thought that we both look like my great great great grandparents. This can not be a coincidence. You look like Roma and I look like Rosalie,we both dreamed all those dreams of them being together though we never met them and the last dream we both saw together. If Kimberly is the hundred years ago Rosalie and Knox is Roman then the killer…" I trailed off when I was explaining to him this morning.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

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?”

I’d been too stunned by Bella’s reveal to react. I would’ve blown his fucking brains out for raising a gun at me. Bella pulled away from me and rushed towards them. I let her. Not because I wanted to. But because… I couldn’t even find my words. After they left, I stood there, my mind racing. I couldn’t find any reason why she’d be here, attending a masquerade gala in Italy with armed men. I stepped forward, but my foot kicked something on the ground. I stared down and saw a black leather book.

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