Romantic Murder Mystery Mga Nobela at Kwento

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

"Rowan's playthings don't last long." Romy didn’t stop. She simply continued toward the staircase, her head held high, her indifference acting as the ultimate insult. Pamela's expression curdled. I watched Romy climb the stairs, the forest-green silk swaying with every step. She was an assassin, a wolfless rogue, and a woman who wanted me dead. Gone in a month? I felt a dark, possessive smile tug at my lips. My mother had never been more wrong in her life.

Back then, he had used this trick to win over her heart too. Looking back, she finally realized how stupid she was before. A man’s promise was only a lie. All the romantic gestures were traps to bedazzle the woman’s heart. The corners of her lips twitched into a sardonic smile as she held the bouquet of flowers. Matthew thought success was near upon seeing her smile. Immediately, he did as he had rehearsed before and led her toward the hall that was covered with fresh flowers. He readjusted his emotions, knelt one knee, and held her hands. “Christina, I like you. Be my girlfriend.”

I give her a slight tug, and she stumbles against my chest, a soft gasp escaping her parted lips – lips the colour of a delectable candy cane. I have one arm wrapped tightly around her now. My subconscious not-so-subtly reminds me that now's the time to get out my knife and actually finish what I started. One well aimed stab on the back and she will be dead within seconds. But all I can think about is the delicious, heady scent of her skin, and how her soft body feels so right against mine. It's official, Skylar Romanov stirs feelings in me that I thought I would only have for my blue eyed goddess. How strange.

I spun back around, my heart hammering as I grabbed the remote and turned up the volume. “The body of prominent Italian tycoon Alex Gray was discovered today in Russia under mysterious circumstances. Authorities report that a cryptic note was found at the scene, referencing a decade-old murder case that once led to the arrest of Russian Mafia leader Nicholas Romanov Fortune and three of his men. Investigators suspect the note may be linked to the elusive witness from the infamous case, though its meaning remains unclear. While speculation points to Mafia involvement, the execution of the crime was so precise—so methodically clean—that no traceable evidence has been left behind. With no leads

I couldn’t breathe, my lungs refused to draw in a breath. Dante’s voice was quiet and dangerous, rough with warning as he said, “Because I missed you.” He directed a cold smirk at me as he added, "Little sister." _____ Hello, dear readers. I write Dark Romance- about mafia, bully, arrange marriage, obsessed anti-heroes that you'll always fall in love with. And the theme of this book is the same. But this is the first time I am writing a book with mmfm. And if you skipped the Introduction, please note, this book will be DARK, with various themes you might not be comfortable with.

There was a young Russian singer on the stage singing, and even though we couldn’t understand a single word, the beat drove our bodies as we danced. “One more round,” Scarlett yelled, slightly drunk, a big smile on her face. She just couldn’t wait for her mysterious man to show up. Olivia and I were looking forward to meeting the guy who enthralled her so. Scarlett’s sparkling silver dress offset her long, dark hair, which made her seem more petite than she really was. A look that would knock the socks off her lover boy tonight. She was the cuddle bug of our group, despite the fact that she looked like a petite sex goddess. She was beautiful, but it was her warm brown eyes and her kind perso

His tone was mocking, “that my innocent little rabbit could be so disobedient.” He stepped closer. Rosa’s knees trembled. Her heart pounded. Her stomach turned. The realization hit her again, harder than before. She was under the same roof as a murderer. “You shouldn’t have looked.” Killian’s voice dipped into a deadly calm, “So now tell me, little rabbit... what do you think happens to people who know too much?” he gritted his teeths. His dead eyes were peeling off her soul. Rosa’s gulped hard. The person before her, he wasn’t the man, he wasn’t her man! He wasn’t the man she loved, trusted. He wasn’t the one who called her his girlfriend!

And now they're trapped together in a territory with a killer, compelled rogues, and blood magic. At least, Hope thinks grimly, the murder mystery will distract from the awkward romantic tension. Then she sees the body, and all thoughts of distraction vanish. The female wolf lies in a clearing, her throat torn open in a precise, surgical strike. But that's not what makes Hope's blood run cold. It's the symbol carved into the ground around her. A circle within a circle, ancient runes Hope doesn't recognize surrounding the body like a cage. "That's a summoning circle," Dante says quietly. "Blood magic used to call something. Something powerful and dangerous."

I said with a sigh. Of course she saw right through me--she always did. I had a feeling she must have a vague idea of what had happened in Rome as well. If I did not love her, I’d think she was a witch. She had her way of knowing everything. “Please do not call me cute, and what is this favor you speak of?” ‘Well I was thinking…,” A knock on the door cut her off. A man pushed the door open, swaddled in a white coat and had the widest smile on his face.