Novel & Cerita Romantic Killer Book

He was gone, but the shadow of him remained, dark and suffocating. For a moment, the fading scent of his cologne transported me back to the terrace at the Harrington estate, the night sky scattered with stars, his lips tasting of expensive champagne as he kissed me for the first time. “You’re extraordinary, Georgia,” he’d whispered against my mouth. The memory shattered with the metallic click of the lock sliding into place, fragments of that woman—that Georgia—scattering like broken glass.

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.

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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Xienne: “Yes, babe.” I deliberately called him babe so that he would rely more on me. In the end, he is the only one who will be hurt. All I had to do was make sure I didn’t fall in love with him while I was carrying out the plan. I just need to make him fall in love then I will kill him once I have the chance to. Ace: “Okay, I’ll be there in a minute. Where are you?” Xienne: “Cafeteria.” I never received a message from him again. I just continued eating until I ran out of the spaghetti I ordered. The students still can't take their eyes off me as if something is wrong with me.

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.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

She wanted this as much as I did. She wanted to end this—end her battle with herself. "You think you can still be someone else?" I asked, my words deliberately cruel. "Someone who isn’t mine?" I smiled… My teeth flashing in the dim light. I knew the answer. I’d always known. There was no Sabrina without Viktor. "You’re mine, Sabrina. You’ve always been mine." 19 SABRINA I killed myself that night. The woman I had been, the one sent here to end him, to cleanse the world of his darkness, she died the moment I lowered the gun.

He alone understood what this meant, because he would do the same for Sloane if it came down to it. “He wanted to touch something that belonged to me.” “Seraphina?” Killian asked, a smirk on his lips. “How did you….?” “Oh, please, you think that smile on your face would not have me searching for answers? You were sneaky, but not sneaky enough for me.” The fucker. Only he would be nosy enough to go searching for answers, and I would not notice. The bastard always got into the house of his married teacher while her husband was home to fuck her.