Novel & Cerita Romantic Killer Book

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.

"You like the feeling of having a man who could kill for you?" I nodded slowly. "It's much better than one who would only die for me." Florian watched me for a long moment, his breaths hot against my skin, his eyes gliding around my face. When he spoke again, his voice was a slow, soft whisper, and I knew that this wasn't that fluffy nerd and popular guy romance. It was a dark romance of obsession, and I was a willing participant. "I always knew we would be perfect, Roxanne. I always knew you would be perfect for me."

That is too young to kill a man, that is too young to be a devil. I felt confused. I did not like being confused, confusion is weak. I am not weak, i am strong and i am the Red Reaper. When he kissed me, I did not stop him. That is the worst part. I kissed him back, i let my guard down. I let the pity for the boy make me forget the man. The man is a killer. The man is my target, the man is the leader of the Lombardi clan. I cannot forget that. I walked to the window. It was dark outside, i could still see the city lights. I felt far away from everything that was real.

My men secured the remaining household staff and guards, forcing them to their knees, no one dared to speak, no one dared to move. The message had been clear, Antonio Romano had come for blood, and blood had been spilled, but now, my attention was on one person. The woman standing in the doorway, her chest rising and falling in rapid breaths, her dark eyes flickering with anger, calculation, and something I couldn't quite name. She moved with a lethal grace that even in the chaos that transpired at the restaurant, had caught my attention. Most assassins were clumsy, driven by desperation or a paycheck.

As was George, but he took a sip of his drink to keep his cover of being here to enjoy a drink and some quiet. “The vampire killed in the second attack on the Crown Princess was a known blood traitor. He entered her private gardens and her private suites without breaking and entering. That tells me he’d been there before, knew his way around, and had permission to be there from the Crown Princess. Now if I’m all caught up on my rumours, another rumour from the Guardian Caste has the Crown Princess catting around with several members of that caste most violently.” Oh, the scandal of it all. George wanted to laugh. If those two knew anything about, Tatiana, they’d know that everything they sai

I told him quickly, moving toward the car and he made me get into the driver's side as he slipped into the passenger's seat and I wondered why the hell Landon hadn't shown up yet. "Now drive." He said after starting the car and I sighed, pulling away from the curb. "You messed everything up!" He slammed his fists onto the dashboard angrily before aiming the gun back at me again. I drove down the street and he stared at me with the most evil look I had ever seen on a person. It scared me that I hadn't seen this before, thinking everyone around me had a good heart. "Your boyfriend is probably on his way right now," He started, nodding as if agreeing with himself as I turned onto the main road.

TW-RAPE (not a scene just a mention) “The Black Hunter strikes us once yet again leaving a gruesome mess in the house of the murdered. Despite being a messy murderer, not a trace of DNA can be found. Careful. Whoever he is, what does he want and why has he targeted these specific targets?”

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

"And I won't let a man I hate die such an easy death. You owe me, Dante. You owe me for every minute I spent in that penthouse. You owe me for the tracker. And you're going to pay me back by helping me burn the Romanovs to the ground." ​Dante didn't answer. He didn't need to. He grabbed the back of my head and pulled me into a kiss that tasted of bourbon, blood, and a dark, toxic desperation. It wasn't a kiss of love; it was a kiss of two predators who had realized they were the only things left in a world that wanted them dead. ​He moved with a sudden, frantic energy, his hands roaming over my shivering body, marking every inch of my skin as if he were re-writing the deed to my soul in the