Romantic Killer Book Novels & Stories

"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

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

His hands came to my face, both of them, the same hold as the café but different now, not framing, holding, his palms warm against my jaw and the rain coming down beyond the overhang and the saxophone still faintly audible from inside the lounge. He kissed me like he had been reading me for months and knew exactly what I had needed and was delivering it with the precision of that knowledge. Not rushed. Not greedy. Every movement considered and warm and aimed at the specific woman standing in the rain under a bookstore awning who had been starving on cold clinical contact for fourteen months and had forgotten that this was what it was supposed to feel like.

But it was getting harder by the second, downstairs, Sienna had moved her lips from Nathan’s neck to his jaw, leaving a trail of kisses that made me want to scream. “I remember how good we were together,” she murmured against his skin. “How perfect we fit, don’t you remember, Nathan? Don’t you miss what we had?” Nathan’s hands were still on her wrists but he wasn’t pushing her away anymore. His eyes were closed and his breathing had gotten heavier. I could see the conflict written all over his face. And then I saw his eyes flash silver. Kael. Kael was trying to surface. Relief flooded through me for just a moment. Kael would push her away.

Her name was Karen. Or Kim. Or something else that started with a K. Ben honestly wasn’t sure, and at this point, it didn’t matter. They met at the bar after a long, exhausting week of him proving to himself that his house was not haunted. She caught his eye from across the room, all confidence and bare skin, a strappy little dress that left very little to the imagination. He bought her a drink. She smiled. The rest followed a familiar script.

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Rosalie screamed, her voice cracking with fear and anxiety. Killian didn’t blink. His face was carved in stone. “Let me go! Please! Let go!” she sobbed harder, thrashing in his hold but it was useless. In that moment, panic consumed her. She knew nothing as if her mind was blank. The only thing that filled her brain was, he was a killer. The man she gave herself to, the man she confessed her love to, the man who made her heartbeat faster! The very man she loved like a mad woman is nothing but a killer, yet he lied to her. He’s not even a human! No human can kill like that.

She chuckled, and I forced myself to nod. Well, Willow was partially right. I was nervous about getting married to him, but that wasn't all the reasons. If he could kill those girls without even blinking his eyes, what more could he do? He already has them even before he dragged me into his house, he never thought of the moment he spent with them, never tried to reconsider, he just... He just killed the three like that. My heart clenched tightly. “You know... From the romance book I read last night, I got to understand one thing. You two would soon get the spark. From hate to love, that's what they call it.” She grinned dreamily, and I scoffed before pushing her forward.