Serial Killer Romance Books Novels & Stories

Mafia books on this platform: Take me I'm yours ( stalker romance) His secret wife (Marriage of convience) Werewolf books on this platform: The royally screwed Luna The royally screwed queen The royally screwed princess The royally screwed rogue Dark romance on this platform: Let me go ( Stalker romance) Coming July 2024 Kind regards Tema G.M Your favorite author *Heart*

“That fucked-up story of his practically did all of our work for us.” “So, you’re thinking we act out the story, and use it to set him up as the Herring?” “Exactly. We kill little miss perfect, Christy Lee Spinner, just like the boy in Derek’s story did.” “You can do the disemboweling,” Bethany said, shuddering with disgust. Some things are too much even for hardened serial killers, ya know.

My wolf muttered under her breath, and I swallowed hard, wondering if he was the only one different or if it could even be that he had evil thoughts. "Selene, can we leave here now? It is getting darker!" She exclaimed, and with all my strength and speed, I bolted off, jumping over the dead, mangled bodies of those boys that almost raped me. Gosh, their deaths weren't any better. That vampire really tore them apart mercilessly.

Ellen started buсking likе a pornstar аѕ she wаѕ асting like a bitch in heat. Hеr pussy lips wеrе сlеаn ѕhаvеn except fоr a ѕmаll red раtсh juѕt above hеr сlit. Hеr ѕlit wаѕ аlrеаdу glistening with hеr juices as she dеvоurеd mу fiancee'ѕ рuѕѕу. Ellen hаd hеr slippery folds mеrе сеntimеtеrѕ frоm mу fiancee'ѕ mouth. I соuld ѕее Selena'ѕ еxtеndеd tongue liсking up аnd dоwn Ellen'ѕ wet slit.

“Maybe because the idea of putting a bullet in your brain turns me on. It’s not your body that turns me on or your innocent look. I’m not interested in all that pretty white skin. I want your blood on my hands and your brains at my feet.” I recoil from his grasp, wanting to scream, to fight, but knowing that I can’t. This man won’t hesitate to snap my neck. It’s best to be docile and hope for the best. When he finally shoves me away, I gather myself into a ball against the seams of the wall to make myself appear harmless and less noticeable. The man pushes himself to stand on the mattress, hovering over me. “You know your father once killed a toddler. An innocent child whose only crime was b

I remembered her every second I thrust deep into Thea. "Don't cross the line, Thea. Your job is to be my slut and offer me sex every time I need it. Never invite me again if you want to still be alive" I shot dangers at her while speaking. She nodded slowly and watched as me dress to leave. I left the building and went to the car. The only thing on my mind right now is to find that killer girl, fuck that attitude out of her and then kill her.

Just a single question, just a single reference, and I again left swaying in those self-destructive memory lanes. I was guilty of my behavior with her. That excessively after her beautiful attempt of consoling me. I knew this wasn't our first kiss but this was the first time I felt like fire running down by blood like my soul returned to the water, like every part of me that came from those dead stars was alive again. Scarlett Miller Being 'Confused' was not even the word, for the first time I had done something that felt right to me. Kissing him was never a mistake but letting him own me was indeed a crime.

A place for secrets. A place for love that couldn't survive daylight. I pushed the door open and stepped inside. The air was cold and stale, but it still held traces of him, pine smoke, steel, and something warm that made my chest ache. I sank onto the edge of the narrow bed and pressed my yearbook to my lap. The cover was bent. A smear of dried blood marked one corner where I must've grabbed it after Selena kicked me down. Graduation. Everyone else would have pages filled with signatures and inside jokes and promises to visit.

She drawled, meeting my eyes. The tension in the room crackled as my attempt to rattle her failed. Her eyes still on mine, I grasped the stripper’s waist, urging her to continue grinding on me. Rosalind looked away. Leo Santoro cleared his throat. “We called this meeting to address the killer on the loose.” “Lots of killers loose if you ask me.” She quipped.

He sighed gently plopping himself on the bed beside me. It was silent for a short moment. The silence felt good but at the same time it only enticed my mind to wonder, to remind me of things I wished I could forget. “I killed someone” I breathed, my voice almost inaudible. “I seen” he stated placing his hand on top of mine with a light squeeze. Silence was a painful reminder. “Their gone, it doesn’t seem real” my words referring to Lorenzo and Aimee, I didn’t need to clarify who I was talking about, I know Diego knew just where my mind had gone.