Romantic Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

She wanted to roll her eyes. She was in love with an unobservant, foolish, handsome and kind man. Her back was bare. If he looked below Dina's initials, he could see a very bold 'RD' staring back at him. He was too distracted to notice. If he did, though, perhaps things would be easier. She had to leave Domsville soon and losing him was a part of the plan. Unless he would accept a murderer as his lover.

Roses, a white dress, the guests, the sunshine: it all felt so vivid, yet so surreal. His gaze landed on the empty spot where the bridesmaid should have been, and it all clicked why that seat was unoccupied. Natalie was gone. She was gone forever. She had taken her life. She had done that with his unborn child when she leapt from the 18th floor. It was all because he tampered with her medicine, because he dared her to prove her true love, and because of his whispered lies of forever and always. He did everything to win her heart.

The kiss deepened, and my mind was spinning—flooded with a mixture of fear and a strange, twisted longing. I didn’t want this, didn’t want him. But every part of me wanted more. The darkness he offered was intoxicating, like drowning in a pool of gasoline and fire. I knew it would burn me, I knew it would destroy me, but I couldn’t stop myself from falling deeper into it. Suddenly, he broke the kiss, pulling away just enough to look at me, his gaze dark and triumphant. “You’re mine,” he whispered again, this time his voice low and full of a kind of madness. “You’re mine to do with as I please.”

Despite my reputation for being ruthlessly efficient, I proceed with extreme caution. I need to understand every single aspect of her new life, from her closest friends to anyone who might have helped her set up this false identity. I investigate even the smallest details, searching for any possible romantic connections with other men. The mere thought of her giving herself to someone else fills me with absolute, murderous rage. If I find out she's been intimate with another man, I'll make her experience hell beyond anything she could imagine. Before I can dwell too deeply on that possibility, I decide to savor every detail of my investigation.

His tongue swept past my lips, tasting the desperate hunger that I didn’t know I had. In that moment, I knew that this kiss had just sealed my fate to this dangerous man called Sasha Romanov, the pakhan of the Russian bratva.

“Damien not glued to your side today? Odd. He tends to keep his… projects close.” Serena’s brows drew together. “What exactly are you implying?” “Oh, come now.” Camille stepped closer, her perfume cloying, her smile widening. “You don’t honestly think you’re the first, do you? Damien has a pattern. Swoops in, plays the saviour, dresses his women up like trophies, parades them around… and when he’s bored, he doesn’t just walk away. He breaks them. Quietly. Completely.” Serena’s jaw tightened, though her voice stayed steady. “Thanks for the unsolicited TED Talk on Damien Drake, but I’ll pass.”

A voice I hated hearing whispered into my head with taunting mockery, “No matter how big or largely decorated it is, a cage is still a cage, and you, my dear, will always be a bird on display.” I swallowed the bitter emotion before it climbed to my face, replacing it with an easy smile. “Well,” I cleared my throat to a very audible whisper. “I want erotica, lots of erotica with images of fine, muscled men on the front page and detailed stories of some good fucking.” I let out a dramatic sigh. “I’ve never been privileged to enjoy any of those, so I guess I can live through my imagination. Also, I need some murder mystery.” Enzo’s smile widened, but I continued. “I’ve been meaning to get into

"Look at her—look at what she's become. And you still love her? Tonight, I'll stay with you. I can do what she did, but better. I'm the one who's meant to be Mrs. Palmer!" But when Felix heard that, the murderous intent in his eyes intensified. His pupils were bloodshot, like a beast on the verge of devouring its prey. While Darcy looked at him expectantly, he called to the security team, "Lock them up. I'll settle their little score when Felicity's better." The three lackeys stared in shock, realizing they'd become accomplices to a mistress, and now they were going down with her. They began to argue, throwing blame at each other, a chaos of desperate accusations.

Footsteps walked into the living room, and I raised my head slowly, my throat tightening when I met his gaze. The intensity, the burning desire, the way his eyes darkened with something forbidden like he wouldn’t hesitate to take me right there. My pulse stumbled, my heart betrayed me, and my composure threatened to slip away. Damien stepped forward, his eyes on me the whole time without sparing a glance at Caterina. She faced him, but he didn’t look away, not even for a second. Standing a few away, his lips parted to speak, words that further fueled my uneasiness and anxiety.

it felt so new to you since it's Genesis the man I love and I never had sex with him. you looked into his eyes. you were turned on by his face; the raised eyebrow, the seductive eyes, the little smirk plastered on his face. oh goodness. I thought that I already moved on but I was wrong. All this time I'm still in love with him. you didn't realize that he loosened your red lace brassiere. your breath hitched, he was that damn fast. you let your straps fall to your shoulder as he slowly removes the cloth from your chest.