Romantic Mystery Series Novels & Stories

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

The first time my mate had seen me. “I’m Damon Thorn,” I said, keeping my voice low and smooth. A lie of composure. “You must be Aria Moonstone.” Her name was a taste in my mouth. Dangerous. Addictive. “Have we… met before?” she asked. I wanted to say yes. I wanted to tell her everything. That she was born of fire and moonlight, and I’d waited through lifetimes for her return. That her soul was etched against mine before she ever drew breath.

And now, after all this time, the bastard had returned, throwing my carefully crafted scheming into turmoil. How long had it been since he had vanished? Months? Years? It didn’t matter. My fingers tapped impatiently against my chin, the urge to take action burning like a fire in my belly. I had sent assassins, mercenaries, anyone who could get close to Ryan—but to no avail. It was as if he had a guardian angel watching over him, protecting him from my grasp. And then I heard the news of his whirlwind marriage to an Omega. How intriguing. A dark smile twisted my lips as I leaned back into my chair. An Omega, of all things? This could be just what I needed to finally bring Ryan down.

"Nice meeting you again also Mr Black,I didn't mean to escort her ,I just wanted to make sure I get my wife to work safely, hope you didn't mind me joining you for breakfast or did I ruin something? Charles retorted back angrily and for what seems like hours,they stared dagger at each other. If stares can kill,am sure one of them will have been lying lifelessly on the floor. How come I feel like am some sort of price being fighted over by two rich men,I love this Kinda feeling. It's so absurd but special. "Stop"I shouted banging my hands on the table when I couldn't take it in any thereby earning angry and curious glances from those in the restaurant. Thank God it's still morning else I migh

She hadn’t slept. Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Lucian Vale and his hand gripping her wrist, his voice low and fierce, the strange warmth in his gaze even as danger crackled around him. And layered beneath that, like a shadow stitched into the fabric of her memory, was Damien. The man who had been watching her long before she knew he existed. Two wolves circling the same flame. Elara rubbed her arms, trying to chase away the sneaking fear that neither of these men wanted to protect her for reasons she understood.

I repeat, though deep down, I know I just wanted to be the one to do it first. He doesn’t answer. Or chooses not to. He’s the oldest among us three. And we all know he has to be sure of what we’re sensing. His eyes change. Pupils dilate, swallowing all color. Black. Dark as the deepest night. "I just need to know," he whispers. Then he kisses her. At first, it’s barely a touch. But when Natalia’s light resurfaces and wraps around him, Roman deepens the kiss. Like he needs to absorb her, merge with her.

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“Perhaps her depiction of the perfect romance will offer insight into figuring out who this person is.” Nikki grimaced when she heard the name Verna Ravenway. It was the name of a popular romance writer who had amassed a cult following online, but no one knew who she was. She sighed as she realized the two girls were probably not talking about her but about some ridiculous fantasy they had concocted due to the overconsumption of romance novels.

But I saw it. She turned, finally looked at me. Eyes dark. Careful. “I don’t know what you mean.” “Oh come on.” I pushed off the bed, walked over, grabbed a cookie even though I wasn’t hungry. “Christopher. The quiet one with the hood and the murder stare. He’s a vampire, right? Don’t lie. I already know.” Nicole’s jaw went tight. “You shouldn’t talk about things you don’t understand.” “So that’s a yes.” I took a bite of the cookie. Chocolate chip. Good, actually. “He saved me once. From drowning. Left me a note. Then another one. And now he’s acting like I’m the one who bit him. What’s his deal?”

Alpha Kayden - POV The autopsy report Harris brought in arrived late, and I read through it in the library while he called someone to fix the shattered window. The findings were disturbing: Raven was indeed a werewolf, but her heart contained a dark core—an intensity unlike anything we’d seen before. It was similar to the aura we found in the abandoned Night Angel pack building, yet this one was stronger, darker. The report went on to say that Raven’s transformation began in childhood, fueled by an herb called Henbane, a plant that only grows in the desolate lands. Henbane, they said, hadn’t been active for decades, not since Raven was imprisoned. I set the report aside, my thoughts swirling