Romantic Murder Mystery Novels & Stories

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.”

His huge forehead reminds me of Tweety, if you bleached him and made him less cute. “Welcome, Mr. and Mrs. Romano.” he says, with a look that lingers too long. Dante barely acknowledges him as he guides me into the mansion. Grand staircases, chandeliers dripping with crystal, marble floors echoing beneath my heels. My chest tightens as he leads me up the stairs, down a long hallway, to a set of double doors. When they open, every instinct screams at me to run, but my body won’t move. The room is grand and drenched in candlelight. Red roses cover the bed in a sea of petals. Romantic for a bride. Horrific for an imposter.

SCARLETT I slumped onto my bed, feeling like a damn cliché. It was him. All this while, it’s been him. Damien Hunter. My brother’s arch nemesis and the heir to the mafia throne. Not just any mafia, but my family's sworn rival. He was my stranger… has been my stranger all these while. The only person I have relived my wildest and dirtiest sexual fantasies with. Talk about a plot twist straight out of a trashy romance novel.

"A... used one?" "A romantic mystery," you said, showing her the front. "It's from the seventies, and is about a female detective who gets involved with the man who hires her to investigate his wife's murder. I'm hoping it's got Castle vibes." She broke into a smile, taking the book from you and turning it over in her hands. Then she kissed you again, on her tiptoes. "Has anyone told you that you're the sweetest?" she asked. "Not today," you smiled.

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!

She stood tall, spinning an axe firmly in one hand with blood splatters decorating her white dress. ‎ ‎We stared at her for five minutes straight before my voice seemed to find itself. "Are you the one who murdered them?" ‎ ‎"Murderer?" The lady's voice was bold, silky and heavy. "Honey, please, I'm an artist." ‎ ‎"So, you did." ‎ ‎The lift of her reddened lips answered me. ‎ ‎"What's your name, ma'am?" ‎ ‎The lady ignored us and paid attention to her wrist. Then she stretched. "Remember me as an artist who needs no name and introduction."

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

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

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."

“That’s because it is.” He gave the faintest smile. “So we’re not chasing a ghost this time?” “No,” I said. “She came to my city. She walked through my doors. If it’s a game, she made the first move.” The car eased past Central Park as the sun started its descent behind the skyline. But none of it mattered. Because Rome had just become the center of my universe. Imogen Cullen was walking through my halls again. And this time? I’d be there, waiting. For answers. Or maybe, for something far more dangerous than either.