Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

CONTENT WARNING The Assassin’s Portrait is a Dark Romance featuring heavy themes that are not for the faint of heart. This story is strictly for mature audiences (18+). THEMES: • PSEUDO-TABOO: A forbidden, obsessive step-sibling dynamic. • HARD EROTICA: Graphic sexual content, power play, and BDSM. • GRAPHIC VIOLENCE: Blood, gunplay, and dark criminal themes (Bratva). • MORALLY GRAY CHARACTERS: Obsessive, possessive, and dangerous behavior.

Even if you saw the timing earlier it was truly amazing. 🖤🖤🖤🖤🖤 Kay is very sadistic huh? It's terrible to imagine him killing. In the blurb, Kay is like an Autumn Crocus flower. Purple flowers are very beautiful but dangerous. In that beautiful flower there is a colchicine compound that can cause death. Who said that? writing this chapter is not easy. Because Marry has to research the murder and the tools used by Kay. So hopefully many will like this story. See you in the next chapter. Bye ...

Taking a quick shower, I settled into my bed with my favourite erotic romance book. 'Master caught both of her wrists and binded them with a piece of rope above her bed. She was panting in anticipation and need, her eyes wide. Slowly, he unzipped her dress from the back and let it fall to the floor, pooling at her feet. She was only in her tiny thong and no bra, her body at his mercy. 'Look at you, so fine and wanton' Master whispered on her neck beside her. 'Please, Master, I want to come'. She cried, her arms twisting against the restraints. Her pussy was already dripping, the arousal making a wet patch on her thong.

But here, in the quiet solitude of the bathroom, I could finally let out a shaky breath. My head was pounding and the door opened. "Occupied." I screamed "By who?" That wasn't a girl's voice or Marco, it was the strange man. The alcohol has not fully taken over me and my snapped to the door immediately. "Hello Killer" he smiled exposing his dirty teeth at my direction. So I was right, I did know who he was. That's when my head booted and I remembered that voice from Rarf club. He was one of Rarf's guard who had fun with little girls, suffocating them if they dont do as he says.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

It was unlocking something. The third and fourth attackers hesitated. One drew a gun. Bad move. Leo grabbed a steel bar from the window grate and hurled it like a javelin. The gunman’s chest exploded in crimson. Three down. Two to go. He turned slowly to the last man. The gauze-faced bastard stood frozen, trembling. "Who sent you?" Leo snarled. Silence. Then a mutter: “We serve the She-Wolf.” Lucrezia. Leo didn’t kill him. No, he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down on the blood-soaked floor.

She wanted to see the metal that she had been holding and just how beautiful it looked like the gun that he had gifted her but she couldn't because of the dim lighting of the passageway that they were walking through. “You know the haunted houses are said to be one of the most romantic places for couples,” Alastor said, making her remember the numerous couples who she had seen outside. “And why is that?” she asked and suddenly pulling her close to his side Alastor said, “So that they can do this.” “So a haunted house is a place for people to get horny among creepy surroundings while a bunch of people watch them from cameras?” she said not finding any appeal in it.

-Giving him the gun, he invites him to seal the pact. His wife begins to cry in fear, she hides in a corner and screams for mercy, but only Lautaro Romero can stop that scandalous scene, only he has, in those moments, the power in his hands, but without a doubt, a person would die in that place in those next few minutes. Finally he takes the gun, puts the barrel on her head, and shoots looking her in the eyes, he says nothing, he does not say goodbye, he does not cry, nothing.

Each breath was agony, like inhaling ground glass. I was going to die here. I was going to die in Kieran Blackwood's penthouse bathroom, choking on smoke, my skin blistering from heat, alone. Marcus would love that. Maybe he'd even planned it. The timing was too perfect, too convenient. The fire starting right after I'd left with Kieran, right after I'd publicly chosen him over my husband. Or maybe it was someone else. Someone who wanted to hurt Kieran by taking away his newest acquisition.

"She's the scheming little blackmailer who destroyed Richard. I recognized her the second I saw her. She was all over him that night at the party—smiling, flirting, making him think he could trust her. Then she vanished the morning after. Two weeks later, my uncle lost everything. Absolutely everything." I gulp, unable to speak. His jaw flexes with barely restrained rage. "This bitch is someone's operative. They pay her to ruin people's lives. Trust me. I know exactly who she is.” Tyrn and Jay both turn to Rosella, stunned. Tyrn blinks in disbelief. "Wait... she's the blackmailer?" "Hell yes," Santino growls. "That's exactly who she is. A goddamned blackmailer!" Rosella remains pinned agains