Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

His hair is packed in a ponytail, defining his already perfectly handsome features. I look at him, anger rising in my veins. Since when did he care about Theodore King? I glare at him, letting my obvious hatred be made known to him. “And if I did?” Truce takes a step forward. A dark chuckle escapes his perfect cherry-shaped lips. “I know you're trying to be brave here, but I have a few reasons to disagree with your confession. First, you look too deeply hurt for someone who killed Theodore. Second, the fear of uncertainty in your eyes is too obvious for someone who just committed a crime like murder. Lastly, you're not dumb enough to poison Theodore and leave traces. As an extra point, your

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“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

My heart pounded as I struggled, but he was stronger, pinning me with ease. “Relax,” he murmured, his breath warm against my ear. “I’m not going to hurt you.” That wasn’t the problem. The problem was the way my skin burned where he touched me. The way my pulse betrayed me, racing like I actually liked this—like I wanted to know what he’d do next. I clenched my jaw. Get a grip, Zara. He is a fucking Mafia King. A heartless bastard who had killed more than a hundred lives, a jackass who wouldn't hesitate to kill me once he found out my true aim.

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

I stand frozen in the archway of the main ballroom, champagne flute trembling so violently in my hand that the crystal sings a funeral dirge as I watch the two people I would die for murder me without even blinking. Maya and Derek. My sister in everything but blood and the boy I've loved with every broken piece of my heart for two endless years. They're pressed against the marble pillar in the center of the room like Greek gods claiming their temple. His hands fisted in her hair while her legs wrapped around his waist as they kiss with consuming hunger. Everyone is watching and smiling. The sight burns through my retinas, searing itself into my brain where it will live forever… the moment I

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She’d been trying to get into it earlier, but little had gone in, and now she’d lost her place too. ‘Bonkbuster’ would describe it more accurately, she thought, flicking the pages for clues. As she recalled, Dominic somebody had been raking hot, hungry eyes over Cara. And here he was on page forty-three, doing exactly the same with Natalya! Boy, this chap got about a bit. His hypnotic, dangerous drawl made her legs buckle. ‘Show me your breasts, Natalya. Undo your blouse.’ Don't you dare! The bastard's just been bonking your stepsister! And very possibly your stepmother and your voluptuous Puerto Rican nanny too.

We kissed and touched for a long while right there in the kitchen when I placed my hand on hers and led her to a large rug in front of the roaring fire. We had been keeping up with it most of the afternoon, and it made for a very romantic setting. It was now early evening, and the only light was from the fire. Sue looked so sexy standing there with the firelight dancing on her face and the noise of the crackling embers filling the quiet. I pulled her black sweater up over her head and saw her breasts for the first time. I couldn't take my eyes off of them; they were so beautiful. I placed my hand on her right breast, softly caressing this wondrous creation of nature. I heard her moan under h

It was like a guest of air, a dark secret but it thundered in my brain and my soul. What the hell is wrong with me ? "Hey! New girl. " I turned to look at the guy sitting beside me. "I am Roman. You? " He forwarded his hands. "She is out of the league, moron. Now out, " Jasper snapped at him. Jake and some of his friends pulled him away from me. As soon as the Roman guy left, Jasper, Jack and their friends surrounded me with their girlfriend's attached at their hips. "Don't you have a girlfriend? " I leaned on to Jasper and whispered to him.