Romantic Mystery Series Novels & Stories

The lantern cast her shadow long and warped against the wall, stretching her thinner than she really was. There was something on the table. She hadn’t left it there. Ben felt the spike of fear the moment her eyes landed on it. A ribbon. It lay coiled neatly beside the lamp, pale blue, clean and new. Completely out of place in the modest, worn-down room. Her breath hitched as she reached for it, fingers hovering just above the fabric. She hadn’t owned anything like this. Her chest tightened. She picked it up, the silk cool and unfamiliar against her skin. It smelled faintly of something sharp and foreign, like leather and smoke.

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Ruby stretched her hands and smiled at the detective. The detective wasn’t sure what to reply. “You might be happy now. You are going to regret it later. But the next thing I’m going to do is find the wickedman. I bet you already know him. Don’t you? I’m not going to leave you until you reveal him.” “Hell, no. Whether you believe me or not, I have never seen his face. He’s always with a weird, scary wolf mask. His whole body is covered in a black suit. He’s...”

Alexandria Leaving Patrick in the limousine was like walking in the final steps of a condemned man. It was that scene, the one in all the movies: the long corridor, flanked by shadows and impending doom. As I entered Montague Manor, the entire setting was there, all the way to the eerie lighting and hushed background voices. As they came into range, the voices sparked both recognition and curiosity. Though the foyer was empty, the voices alerted me that I'd exceeded Bryce's deadline.

maybe I’d underestimated it. The sun had dipped below the horizon, leaving the sky inky black, but I hardly noticed. Alessandro was somewhere nearby, probably keeping himself busy, but I was too wrapped up in the pages of this romance novel to care. This one was about some girl—Callie, who’d gotten herself mixed up with this guy, Damian, all brooding and mysterious, the type with a past that could crush him if he let it. But he was in love with her, of course. Only he didn’t say it. Not outright. No, Damian was the kind of guy who spoke in actions, not words.

Will he ever regret for what he did to Luna. What will happen between Melissa and Gabriel? Will she forgive him or move on. Indeed there are many questions. But your lovely author is ready to answer them. Oh no. Not with words but with my new story. Like I already once told you guys I have other plans for Hunter and that was my plan. A New Dark Romance Story of Hunter Knight. Monstrous Love. Monstrous Love is not a sequel of Billionaire's Madness but it's only a story of Hunter knight's life.

When I finally glance over my shoulder, Liam smirks like he caught me doing something scandalous. “Eyes forward, Blake,” he whispers. “Unless you want me to get the wrong idea.” I whip back around, cheeks heating. What is wrong with me? I’m not here for distractions. I’m here to survive. To graduate. To pay my bills. But even as I force my pen across the page, my thoughts slip back to Damien. His mouth. His hands. The taste of him still lingers on my lips like a sin I can’t wash off. And now Liam Carter waltzes in with his perfect smile and easy confidence—like my life isn’t already complicated enough.

He walked towards me and opened the back door. “Please get in, Miss Romano.” He said, and I eyed him suspiciously. If this was Damien's car, there was no way I would be called by my last name because he hates my entire bloodline. And no way would the driver come out and open the door for me; instead, I would be dragged with chains and be blindfolded. I knew this felt wrong, but I was cold and tired, and I had nowhere to go. Hesitantly, I slid into the luxurious leather seat, and I went completely still.

Closing the book in mid-sentence, he sat it back where it had been. “Why’d you stop?” JD demanded. “It was just getting good.” “The second scene between them is better.” Dean declared as they put the sandwich ingredients away. “Not as good as the scene between the three in the next book.” “Same couple?” JD asked as he picked up two of the plates and headed for the couch. “No, same story line but a different Omega.” She answered as she followed him with her own sandwich. “It’s actually part of murder mystery romance series.”

“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.”