Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

Her eyes snapped open at the threat—and he slammed his demanding lips onto hers instantly. He kissed her like he was pouring both his anger and hunger into that kiss, while his hands, still holding the gun, entered her top and grabbed her breasts, the cold metal pressing against her warm, soft skin. But Rosa was still disgusted and terrified of this dangerous mafia king, and she pushed him away. He narrowed his eyes, looking at her with a dangerous warning. “I… I’m not comfortable with a dead body lying here in its blood,” she stammered nervously, still very terrified.

After getting approval from his superiors and the family, the FBI brought in New York's top criminal psychologist. The room was cleared, leaving only me and Miller behind the one-way glass. Dr. Hoffman's voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient incantation. Enzo's breathing evened out, his eyes unfocused. He answered the first few basic questions smoothly, his expression growing peaceful. Until Dr. Hoffman softly asked the crucial question. "Enzo, take a deep breath. Tell me, who tried to kill you that night?" "Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?"

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

king Damien said, looking around as his eyes landed on the rebel before him. “Pray ye what’s her crime?” He asked, looking around as tension filled the room. “She slandered your name my Lord, therefore she awaits your punishment” Lord Bennett said as other vampires gasped and brought out their thirsty fangs. “She should be killed,she should be killed” they chanted as king Damien stood up. “Silence!” He exclaimed and Immediately everywhere was as silent as a graveyard.

Saying that he instantly took his gun checking the bullets before glancing at the poor girl who was trying to sit up but was failing miserably. “Don’t even try love. You wouldn’t able to move an inch. Now rest well. I need to kill the reason why your so hesitant to accept me.” Placing a hard kiss on her forehead he went outside leaving struggling Luciana alone. At first, when he told her that Damon is dead she wanted to just give up not to Luca but on her life. She wanted to end her life. Damon and her sister were the only reason for her to live. Damon was the only man in her life whoever regretted his wrongdoings and was ready to redeem them.

Ermanno,My father whom you killed had a lover and she is their Daughter", he said and Damien's eyes grew the darkest shade hearing him and with a smirk he continued. "Why do you always have to take the girl who is related to me? First you stole the girl I loved, and now you've taken my Poor Sister," he gritted his teeth and pulled a blade from his pocket. He slashed his own skin, and blood flowed from it. Damein felt disgusted by his actions as he looked into his eyes, grinned and drank his own blood. "You're probably wondering how I'm not dead. And what happened to your ex?"He asked again, like a psychopath, and replied without even asking.

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.

Too gullible and forgiving. I allowed her Anna penetrate me and then she betrayed me to the point of death. What I did now was only the tip of the iceberg. Chelsea is very different from Katya. Chelsea is here for revenge. A few hours later, the party started. Males and females came into the living room which had now turned into a disco hall. I watched every one that came in, looking for my prey. Searching for who to kill until I found her. Yes, there was no one better to kill than Monica.