Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

As I pushed my fingers in, I promised to myself that this night won’t end without sleeping with him. I am touching myself and trying to remember how Vin stared at me last night, and then I reached my peak when his smirk and lip bite flashed on my mind. When I’m finished touching my self. I immediately went out and trying to find Zilo the owner of this club. Why am I seeing hot guys around? Well I guess this party isn't bad at all. I am glad that i come here. "Hey" someone approached me. "Uhmm, Hi" "Hi, I'm Dexter. I approached you ' coz I saw you walking and you're not partying so I guess that we could chitchat a little you know?"

As Romero fucked her, he whispered, “You’re mine now. I’ve waited my whole life for a woman who craves what I crave. You’re perfect.” Emma’s heart twisted. She was falling for him. The man she was supposed to kill. “I can't wait to show you the freakier sides of me,” she whispered. He smiled darkly, thrusting deeper. “Perfect!" Romero thrust harder and faster. He didn't stop pounding her until hot cum spurt out of his dick. He rolled onto the bed beside her. As Emma lay exhausted next to him, she reminded herself of her mission. He has to die, she thought.

I was forced back again and again. "Die!" Silvia shouted. I heard the sharp whistle of a blade cutting through the air. I opened my eyes to see that Silvia had been flung straight into Derrick's coffin, while Ximena stood nearby, her face twisted with fury. "You dared drag me into an illusion and nearly got my husband killed by a backstabber." Without wasting a second, she lashed out, her sharp nails slicing through Silvia and killing her instantly, then stripped off her own wedding dress and forced it onto Silvia's corpse before carving a few words into the body.

"And then, Mrs. Vane, we stop running. We turn this 'marriage' into a funeral for everyone who ever hurt you." But as they veered toward the sanctuary, a dark shape appeared on the radar. A second helicopter. A voice crackled over the emergency frequency. It was the Don. Cold. Elegant. Deadly. "Sloane, my dear. You always did love a dramatic exit. But you forgot one thing about black roses. They only stay beautiful... if you cut them at the stem." A missile lock warning began to wail in the cockpit. Sloane gripped the armrest, her eyes meeting Julian’s. In the face of certain death, she realized the truth: She wasn't a killer wife because of a contract. She was a killer wife because for the

After getting approval from his superiors and the family, the FBI brought in New York's top criminal psychologist. The room was cleared, leaving only me and Miller behind the one-way glass. Dr. Hoffman's voice was deep and magnetic, like an ancient incantation. Enzo's breathing evened out, his eyes unfocused. He answered the first few basic questions smoothly, his expression growing peaceful. Until Dr. Hoffman softly asked the crucial question. "Enzo, take a deep breath. Tell me, who tried to kill you that night?" "Was it... someone working for Victoria Corleone?"

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 said with a sigh as his beta slowly emerged. "I couldn't sense you back home, I followed your scent here," Romeo said gazing at the carnage filled with blood and death, "you couldn't let this go Alpha?," "Would you?," Killian retorted, "I couldn't sleep knowing these bastards were still out there after attacking my mate," He clenched his jaws, "They wanted to take what is mine," "I understand Alpha and I won't either," Romeo said with a smile pleased to see how much Killian cared about Hailey. Quite frankly, he was also pissed knowing his Luna had been attacked by the likes of this low-life rogue scum.

The man wanted to leave but he was convinced that Romeo was inside the cabin, because of the bloodstains he had seen at the doorstep just now. Romeo made a loud grunt as he attacked the killer, he used a wooden chair to hit him hard on the head. The killer didn't expect it, he fainted immediately on the floor. Romeo Continuously hit him with the chair until he died completely. He took the man's gun and left. Romeo inspected the place incase there was another hired assassin after him.

Sammy was nosy as hell, Dominic was a smart-ass with a God complex, and then there was Marco—the wildcard these lunatics had hired—who somehow managed to make things even more complicated. As soon as Sammy walked out, Viktor shifted gears like a damn switch had flipped. One second, he was the cold, calculating head of the Romano family; the next, he was all soft eyes and quiet smiles as he focused entirely on Mia. And it was unsettling as hell. Watching Viktor Romano—stone-cold killer, executioner, and all-around ruthless bastard—gently tuck Mia’s hair behind her ear, pour her juice before she could even reach for it, and look at her like she was the only thing keeping him tethered to this w

- As I told you, Miss Maria, there are a lot of clients here. - All right, I'm not interested in the details, listen, I have a drug, but it's nothing like what you know, I need an important victim, with power, but who is manipulable, find me the ape I'm missing. I will take care of Emiliano Romero.