Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

I was talking about some random things with Jessica as we walk through the hallway to drop our stuffs in the locker. I bumped into someone again and I laughed silently because it funny I keep bumping into someone today. I looked at my side and couldn't find Jessica again. "Traitor" I muttered and look up and my eye locked with?. "Jeremy" ✍️ Authoress Ricky ✍️ To be continued... #College romance#

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.

“Are you Nightingale’s little b*stard?” “Who are you?” “I’m Darren Cain. That b*tch Nightingale killed my sister and my son. I’m going to take your life in return!” “You can’t blame me for that when it has nothing to do with me!” Colors drained from the horrified woman’s face. Darren was not bothered about that. He slapped her a few times across the face and went on to ripping her clothes off. “You’ve even given birth to foreign b*stards. Let me see how much of a sl*t you actually are!”

Inside my skull, Night tore through the mental barriers, unleashing an agonizing, feral roar that rattled the roots of my teeth. THE BLOODLINE OF OUR MATE! GONE! MURDERED ON OUR WATCH! "Victor," the name tore from my throat, a venomous, guttural snarl that made the temperature in the room plummet instantly. "That filthy, desperate bastard." Ronan kept his head bowed, fighting the crushing weight of my presence. "The ballistics and vehicle signatures confirm it was Romano's contracted northern hitmen. They came looking for the girl. When the parents couldn't give up her location... they slaughtered them as a direct message to you."

Romy shouted, her voice echoing off the tall oak bookshelves, shattering the quiet of the high wing. She stepped right up to me, her chest pressing against my leather coat, her green eyes blazing with a fierce, terrifying pride that burned brighter than the gold mark on her collarbone. "Look at me!" she demanded, reaching up with her right hand to grip the lapels of my heavy coat, forcing me to meet her fierce, unbroken gaze. "I am not a fragile heirloom to be hidden away in a velvet box! I am not a prize to be hoarded in a stone vault while the world burns outside your gates! I am Romy of the Hawthorne line. I am an assassin who spent thirteen years hunting the very monsters you are trying

“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

he sneered. My wolf once again whimpered in pain. His repeated denial of our existence was always a jab to our hearts. "Why not? We're perfect for each other, Rocco." "No, we're not. The only thing we're good for is hard fuck. My cock loves your pussy and that's it." "Is it because of her?" She asked, pointing at me. My eyes shone at her accusation. What has this got to do with me? "Are you denying me because of this killer?"

Not even the breeding mare that a werewolf only claim when he’s in need of a good fuck. A Luna is a warrior, a decision-maker. Willing to sacrifice everything for her pack and territory, for peace and vengeance. Everybody might only see a couple of Rogues sneering beneath our eyes. But for me, I see a murderer—one who murdered an innocent friend. Elliot. And tonight, I shall avenge him. As the moon peeked through the branches above, casting its pale light upon the clearing, the Rogues finally spoke. “Valerie Cavitt is my name and spilling your blood shall be my fame.”

I praised him, a smile playing on my lips. He reached across the table, his fingers gently brushing against mine. “Only for you, my Angel. You deserve nothing less. You finished my enemy. I still can’t believe that she is out of our life.” He spoke, feeling grateful. “I have to kill her. Jonathan, I’m born to eliminate evil vampires.” I spoke in a determined tone. “However, don’t do it alone next time. Take your vampire boyfriend with you.” He planted a soft kiss on my knuckles, bringing a smile to my face.

Malachi looked up from his desk he gestured for them to sit. She moved from the room but found herself in their woodland, she recognised the trees, the scents. But it was carnage. She watched Luca wrap his arms around a big black wolf’s neck, watching out the corner of his eye as the love of his life disappeared in a cloud of exhaust fumes and dust. He just hoped she made it. She felt she was within Luca but apart. It didn’t feel strange, it felt how it should be. He snapped the neck of his attacker before pouncing, transforming mid step into the onslaught he found his pack in.