Romantic Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

he murmured, smiling. And just like that, for the first time that night, Rhian let out a quiet laugh—a soft, broken sound that somehow began to mend something inside her. Maybe, just maybe, she wasn’t as alone as she thought. Rhian leaned in closer, her perfume—a sweet mix of jasmine and vanilla—drifting up between them. Damon noticed. It was intoxicating, just like her. She tilted her head, her rosy cheeks still cradled by her palms, and gazed up at him through fluttering lashes. “You know…” she began, her voice soft and slurred, “if you’re gonna sit here… you might as well marry me.”

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…

The unease in her eyes was impossible to miss. I replied, "Good. Then let's get a divorce." I pulled out the divorce papers I had prepared long ago. I held them up with a faint smile. "Since you already think I'm a murderer, let's end this charade." "No!" Emery lunged forward and snatched the papers out of my hand. He ripped them into shreds and let the pieces scatter to the floor. He sneered. "I'm not divorcing you! I'd rather kill you and call it 'domestic violence' than give you an easy way out. If we divorce, things get messy for me. I'm not stupid."

Rhiannon’s POV~ My wolf died at 11:47 PM when I found my husband buried deep inside the girl I'd hired as his secretary. He was thrusting in and out of her while kissing every inch of her skin like she was precious, whispering how beautiful she was with each touch. In five years of marriage, he'd never kissed me that way - never worshipped my body, never told me I was beautiful during sex. He was gentle with her, reverent, like she might break.

ARIA “Have we met before?” The question hung in the air between us, heavy and dangerous. For a split second, the sounds of the ballroom—the clinking glasses, the polite laughter, the string quartet—faded into a dull roar. The only thing I could hear was the blood rushing in my ears. My heart slammed against my ribs. I looked into Mark’s eyes, searching for a sign that he actually saw me. That he saw Elara Vance, the woman he had pledged his life to. That he saw the ghost of the girl he murdered.

I leaned back on the leather couch, legs spread, one arm draped over the shoulder of ruby, one of the girls that worked at the club house She sat beside me fumbling with my buttons as I maintained an eye level with the much older woman sitting opposite me. The woman had a long dark wavey hair, and deep green eyes just like the ocean. Ruby's body pressed against mine in a way that was all performance. Asides Raven, Ruby was my best girl. She was a perfect distraction, a warm body to celebrate with. My thoughts ran back to Damien Blackwood. The untouchable CEO, the man who thought he owned Manhattan. Captured like a rat in a trap by me. The ambush had been perfect, and my men had hauled him ou

com - "Femme Fatale: The Queen Of Chess" (Has similar tech-mafia themes as that was my favourite plotline personally in contemporary romance I'd suggest to give it a read.) "Bitten By A Loveless Noble Vampire" (Is a wonderful dark medieval romance with vampires and other mythological stuff. I love how gory and dark it is with the utmost sexual tension between the duo.) "Criminally God" (Is a Male Lead book with a system, demons and a vampire main character. I was inspired by Eoin Colfer and fused his style with my own and in fantasy genre.)

25 March 1820 Rome, Italy Jacob was lounging on a chair and Mrs. Valentina Lombardi, the most sought after courtesan in Rome was sprawled on his lap, her lush body pressed to his as she tried to coax a reaction out of him. He knew all the other men watching him envied him. But for the life of him, he couldn't muster any enthusiasm for the act. Instead of finding her perfume enticing, he found it cloying. The smoke from the cigars made him feel suffocated.