Romantic Killer Novels & Stories

And most importantly, no more killer smiles. Right now, it’s just Gabriella the witch and Aelfric the werewolf. Just two mates enjoying the serenity together.

And suddenly, they see a shortcut, a shorter route which would release them from the suffering they were subject to, and they go for it. ‘While executing the shortcut, some of them fumble,’ continued the inspector. ‘Why? Simple ... they fumble because they are amateurs! Some are so overwhelmed by their success, they end up doing crazy things. Husband murders wife but wants to kiss her one last time allowing the servant to spot him. Son murders father, and instead of running away, he starts looking for his father’s pen. Why? He wants to have a souvenir of the bad times. His sister walks in, and then he has no place to hide. These actions cannot be explained, Navpreet,’ said the inspector gloo

Sorry, I’m An Anti-Romantic . By Authoress Kamara . Chapter 19: A Wild Night . Truth or Dare was the kind of game that took advantage of others' weaknesses and exposed hidden secrets. Blake didn't know much about August Hemsworth, a first year who he'd met just the day before, so he didn't have much to work with. But there was one thing he knew for sure, the kid was terrified of Ryder Shelton. Well, maybe not flat out terrified but at least a little bit scared.

I nodded, almost infinitesimally, and then I took a step back. Keeping my right eye closed, I grinned around the broken room at the last remaining vampires. There were three: one tall, dark, and would-be handsome (had he not been a murderous blood-sucker); one was short and stout and round, and I wondered how his pot belly and balding head helped him in acquiring a regular blood supply; the other was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, slim and dark, with a perfectly coifed afro and narrowed green eyes – save for the blood smeared around her sensually curved mouth.

AREŚ “I want a name.” I exhale slowly, keeping my gaze on hers. “You already have it.” Her brows pull together. “What?” “Alessandro Romano.” For a moment, she just looks at me, confusion clouding her face while she tries to make the connection. Then I see it happen. Her eyes widen slightly, and the colour begins to drain from her cheeks. “Romano?” she asks. “Th—the man you killed?” “Yes.” Her lips part, and she stares at me like she can’t quite process what I’ve just admitted. “That’s why you killed him. Because he’s the man who ordered the hit on Matteo.”

It was like a guest of air, a dark secret but it thundered in my brain and my soul. What the hell is wrong with me ? "Hey! New girl. " I turned to look at the guy sitting beside me. "I am Roman. You? " He forwarded his hands. "She is out of the league, moron. Now out, " Jasper snapped at him. Jake and some of his friends pulled him away from me. As soon as the Roman guy left, Jasper, Jack and their friends surrounded me with their girlfriend's attached at their hips. "Don't you have a girlfriend? " I leaned on to Jasper and whispered to him.

"One day, it could be you in the crosshairs. Not because of who you are. Because of who I am." She turned. The morning light cut him in two—half the man who'd buried his face in her shoulder last night, half the expressionless killer at the end of the hall. "What? One day you'll shoot me?" The color drained from his face. "I'd sooner put a bullet in my own head." His voice had dropped to something almost inaudible. He didn't finish the sentence. He didn't need to. Her tears fell. She didn't wipe them. She let him see.

You open the document and see a guy dressed in a black suit and sunglasses. His hair is devilish brown and by his body structure, you could see that the guy is in good shape. "Who is this guy?" Jack asked the manager. "He is your next mission. His name is Nicholas Romano. Nicholas is one of the most dangerous bakery magnates in town. And when I say the most dangerous, I mean the most dangerous." Till today, Nicholas has killed over 100 people, some of them belong to other Mafias, and some of them belong to his Mafia"

Irina stated. “All right, all right, give me a minute,” she replied. Cyrille, perplexed, checked the XNN news to find out what Irina was up to. “Another man was discovered dead in Piatra Cralului National Park. According to the police, a group of hikers discovered Jordan Lambert’s lifeless body on the forest road leading through Zărneşti Gorges. Like the previous killing reports, Mr. Lambert has also two bite marks on his neck that may be the cause of his death. The authorities are still investigating what is causing these killings in order to find the perpetrator as soon as possible. However, there is speculation that these killings are carried out by an incredible creature...vampires. Howe

She wanted to see the metal that she had been holding and just how beautiful it looked like the gun that he had gifted her but she couldn't because of the dim lighting of the passageway that they were walking through. “You know the haunted houses are said to be one of the most romantic places for couples,” Alastor said, making her remember the numerous couples who she had seen outside. “And why is that?” she asked and suddenly pulling her close to his side Alastor said, “So that they can do this.” “So a haunted house is a place for people to get horny among creepy surroundings while a bunch of people watch them from cameras?” she said not finding any appeal in it.