Romantic Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

She is still tired and she is emotionally drained. But she also has this bundle of energy inside her that will not let her rest until she solves this murder. And gets to know Owen better. Because murder mystery aside, she is attracted to him. He is smart, kind, too handsome for words and hard-working. She finds him fascinating and intriguing, and so far she can say that there is never a dull moment with him.

Romy shouted, her voice echoing off the tall oak bookshelves, shattering the quiet of the high wing. She stepped right up to me, her chest pressing against my leather coat, her green eyes blazing with a fierce, terrifying pride that burned brighter than the gold mark on her collarbone. "Look at me!" she demanded, reaching up with her right hand to grip the lapels of my heavy coat, forcing me to meet her fierce, unbroken gaze. "I am not a fragile heirloom to be hidden away in a velvet box! I am not a prize to be hoarded in a stone vault while the world burns outside your gates! I am Romy of the Hawthorne line. I am an assassin who spent thirteen years hunting the very monsters you are trying

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

I die at the end of all this,there is every possibility that death is just around the corner for me. I will be a distant memory in the lives of the ones I love. How do I turn this around? Mom, please help me. Help me think of a plan to get out of here. I need to get out of here. I flop back to lie on the bed and then something comes up on the news channel that I haven’t seen before so I flick the remote to turn up the volume. In breaking news, Roman Petrov has just been arrested for the murder of his wife Ana Petrov. Evidence has been found in his place of residences that is a direct link to her murder.

He could smell her perfume, it was the first time he had noticed how sexual the scent was, as if was designed to attract men like a flower’s nectar attracts bees. Her face was coming nearer, her eyes connecting to his like limpets. Her mouth was ajar, her lips red like rubies. He descended the few inches which separated, his own mouth opening. They met, kissing passionately, tongues probing forward, exploring and teasing each other, their mouths trying to engulf the other, the lips both pressed together and moving around. His hands went lower over her ass cheeks, squeezing and cupping the round rump, as she too pulled him closer, her hands clamped together at the back of his neck.

And was I ready to find out? Taking a deep breath, I stepped inside and closed the door behind me. The air was damp and cold, and the only light came from a single bulb hanging from the ceiling. At the bottom of the stairs was a small room, filled with old documents, photos, and a journal lying open on a desk. I walked over and picked up the journal, my hands trembling as I read the first page: “Victor Romano. Personal Journal.” I flipped through the pages, my heart pounding as I read Victor’s words. The journal hinted at a betrayal within the Romano family—one that implicated not just Marco Moretti but also someone close to Alessio.

He even raised a corgi, a dream of mine, and surrounded himself with plushies, just as I had wished. He went further, staging a grand wedding, a fantasy of mine, and introducing me to his family and friends. It was as if he'd known my deepest desires all along, only to deny them. George burst into the hall halfway through the wedding. "You and your lover killed Holly! How dare you throw a wedding with Holly now? This is appalling. "I've killed Marie. You need to pay the price as her accomplice! If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly!"

Please note: This a dark romance story, it features dark content. Alissia POV I sit at my desk, staring blankly at the blinking cursor on my screen. It mocks me, as if it knows I have no idea where to start with my latest attempt. Dark romance. The genre I never thought I’d touch. But after bombing miserably in everything else—comedy, fantasy, sci-fi, even horror—I figured I’d give it a shot. How hard could it be to blend the raw, twisted emotions of a toxic relationship with an edge of danger? Apparently, harder than I thought.

she retorted, mouth full. He just watched her, a faint smile on his lips. "You eat like you haven't seen food in a week." "What's the next step after this 'romantic getaway'?" Lily asked, ignoring him. "Another thrilling car chase? Maybe a submarine ride?" Dmitri put down his fork. His eyes, usually cold and calculating, now held a definite spark of amusement. He leaned forward slightly, his breath warm on her skin. "Wherever it is, it will be safer. This place..." He gestured around with a subtle flick of his wrist. "It's an illusion. Good for appearances. Bad for actual security. Just like our 'marriage,' perhaps?"

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain