Romantic Murder Mystery の小説・ストーリー

he cheekily said with a wink as he turned to face me again. "I don't understand Italian Raphael"I reminded him. He leaned in closer, his fingers slowly brushing along my lips. I could see his blue orbs were clearly focusing on my lips and he wanted to kiss me right now but somebody could come in at any moment. I turned my face away and casted it downwards. "Someone might come in Raphael"I replied with reddened cheeks whilst fiddling with the hem of my gown. "So? It's not a crime for me to get romantic with my wife is it?"

I ripped off his shirt and my suspicions became true. He had the insignia of the Russian Mafia which means the attempted rape was planned. I walked towards the whisky cabinet content to let Lorenzo handle it but when he became cockier I got tired. With a glass of whisky in my hand,I moved towards the duo. Right in front of them,I gulped it down. It trailed down my lips and disappeared in the middle of my breasts. I could see Lorenzo's eyes follow them down the trail they made before he visibly gulped. "Who sent you", Lorenzo asked in that deep voice of his that sent vibrations and shivers all over my body.

She had seen dying people and heard gunshots. She stumbled and about to fall, he rapidly got up and held her to prevent from falling. She gulped discerning in his beautiful orange eyes. "He is extremely handsome, but he is a murderer," Elsa gulped and shook her head. She tried to evade from his hold but failed as he was stronger enough to cage her in his arms. She blinked her eyes oftentimes. He made her stood on her feet, she ran back inside the cafe and communicated with Lily about the guy. Lily was shocked and came out to find the guys enjoying the coffee in her cafe. She sighed and went back, as she was not ready to tangle any gang members.

My father could take as many women as he desired, but they could never take the place of my mother, whom he had murdered. The Moon Goddess gave our mates to us, though some considered her a pesky meddler. My father had been mated to my mother when he was rather young, and they had grown up side by side. My mother, the Lycan Luna, was graceful and submissive to her alpha, never challenging me in public or causing him any reason to be ashamed of her. My mother adored my father and lived her life each day to please him. She was mostly successful until the day tragedy struck.

"I am lonely most of the time. But now I have you. I won't be lonely anymore" She came closer to him placing both of her hands on his cheeks,stared into his eyes,he stared back. There seemed to be a change of atmosphere at that point. It became a romantic atmosphere. He gently placed his hands around her waist. She got closer,her face just an inch away from his and she gave him a kiss on his lips. It was so magical that he had to close his eyes. She continued kissing,this time she focused on the lower lip,then then upper lip and he picked up the pace from there. They kissed each other's lips so passionately until Jane let out a slight moan. He then went further to kiss her neck,while squeezi

If you ask me, he should be the sacrifice…" Before I could finish, Ximena had already plunged her hand into James's chest and ripped out his heart. She chewed on the fresh heart, bite after bite. Then, she ordered the eerie puppets to drag his body away and drain the blood to use for the wedding feast. The puppets carried out the command with excitement, like it were a holiday. They hung James's corpse upside down from a withered tree to let the blood drain. "You should do it, my husband."

Not just any bouquet—an extravagant arrangement of crimson roses, their petals full and perfect, the kind that carried both elegance and danger. Rhian blinked, taken aback. Damon wasn’t a man of clichés. He didn’t deal in soft gestures. His way of care was meals slipped into her schedule, silent protection, brutal vengeance against anyone who harmed her. Flowers… were unexpected. Attached was a single black card with silver lettering, in Damon’s handwriting: To the fire that refuses to burn out. —D Her throat tightened as she lifted the bouquet, the fragrance filling the air with a sweetness that contrasted the steel edge of her office. She ran her fingers over the petals, her heart racing.

intrigued me. He was corrupting me... badly. “You’re wrong,” I whispered. He placed his cup down and stood, his chair scraping lightly against the marble floor. He moved around the table, slowly until he stood over me. I tilted my chin up, glaring even as my pulse raced. Would he finish what he started now? His hand lifted and his fingers brushed against my cheek, gently. I stiffened, refusing to lean into the touch. How could a monster be so beautiful yet...so destructive?

And Dmitri knows it, using his physique and charm to sway me. But I can’t tell if I mind. Is it so wrong to be attracted to a criminal? What’s happening in my head? His arms, though! As I’m lost in thought over his physique, he snaps his fingers in front of my face. Dmitri’s eyes shimmer with excitement as he says, "Let’s go." I furrow my brow, mystified. "Where to?" Dmitri’s smile widens, his tone turning conspiratorial. "To the party, of course. The crowning of the new mafia lord."

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…