Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

"She had informed your great-great-grandfather about the situation and informed him that their relationship should be called off while she focused on her mate and built a home with her mate, your great-great-grandfather couldn't accept that she had found her mate. He wanted her because he was madly in love with her, he swore that she would either be with him or no one else. He became very angry with seeing how happy she was without him, he hated the fact that she could smile while he was in despair and hurt…” “.... He was blind by hurt and anger which made him do the unspeakable act that caused the deaths of many lives. He had made some arrangements and paid some Lycans to kill some werewol

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.

He’d made sure of it. No contact. No mistakes. But he’d come back every night since he walked away. Just to make sure she was still breathing. Just to confirm that no one else had found her. Just to see her. It was pathetic. Nicholas Romanov didn’t do obsession. Didn’t do longing. But Chloe… she had crawled into his bloodstream, into the gaps between his loyalty and his rage, and made a home there. She haunted him worse than Isaac’s death. Every time he closed his eyes, he saw her. The way her lips trembled when she whispered Isaac. The way she didn’t plead. The way she looked so damn broken—and still didn’t blame him.

“Do you think he’s a monster? Or just someone broken by the world?” Her answer was immediate. Blunt. “He’s a killer. Full stop.” I flinched at her words. “I’ve worked in this mansion long enough to know,” she continued. “What you saw today? That wasn’t the first time. It won’t be the last. Dante Romano kills without flinching—and I don’t think he even realizes the weight of it anymore.” My heart sank. “I want to believe there’s something human left in him,” I said quietly.

His eyes blaze with murderous intent. Perplexed, Alexander stares at the man before him, trying to comprehend the situation. He demands, "Who the hell are you?" His voice booms in the confined space. Romano's breathing steadies slightly, and a bitter laugh escapes his dry lips. "You really have no idea, do you?" he accuses. Taking a deep breath, Romano reveals to Alexander that he had an identical twin. Alexander listens in shock as Romano recounts how he killed his twin brother, the leader of The White Roses.

“I saw the reports this morning, Orlando. It was on the front page. Nightmare in beach house. Billionaire couple murdered.” He let out a pleased sigh. “My heart did a little leap.” Orlando had an impassive look on his face. Romano stopped in his tracks, almost immediately Orlando halted. He turned around to look at him, a wide pleased smile on his face. Orlando’s expression remained unchanged. His smile widened. This was what he loved most about the boy, a mindless killer, his mindless killer. “Come here, boy,” he opened up his arms to him.

“He what?” “He called me,” she repeated, deliberately soft, letting just enough tremor bleed through. “He said...” she paused, drawing in a breath, “...that he knows what happened at the gala. That he thinks I’m the one who killed Councilman Harrow. And that you helped me do it.” Roman didn’t respond immediately. But she heard it, that low exhale that always came right before he lost control. “Say that again.” “He said we were the killers.”

with women as if they were toys. And Miranda was his favorite. The one who was always by his side. The one everyone coveted. Aylin tensed slightly, but she didn't pull away. Roman continued. “I...” Roman lowered his voice. “I was no different from the others at first. He made me think he was holding her captive. That she was trapped, that she needed help.” Aylin didn't move. She just looked at him. “And I... I saw her, I wanted her, and I didn't think about anything else. I let myself be carried away by what I thought was love. But it wasn't, it never was.” Roman clenched his jaw. "I was an idiot, blind, too young, with an absurd romantic idea in my head. I killed him. Believing I was savin

They are my great great great grandparents . Knox did not understand the meaning of this dream at first until I explained my theory. "Have you ever given it much thought that we both look like my great great great grandparents. This can not be a coincidence. You look like Roma and I look like Rosalie,we both dreamed all those dreams of them being together though we never met them and the last dream we both saw together. If Kimberly is the hundred years ago Rosalie and Knox is Roman then the killer…" I trailed off when I was explaining to him this morning.