Serial Killer Romance Novels & Stories

Not every serial killer uses a knife," he pointed out. The statistics went against the probability that the pretty blonde was a murderer, but even so... Most serial killers were male, there were a few females. - At The thought flashed through his mind that if he was the victim of Jenna Fallon, he might as well I could die with a smile on my face. *** As Mark spoke, I smiled. Marianne's sexual innuendo skimmed past through his mind as well as my flirtation. What's up with this guy? He wasn't gay or indifferent. that bulge

Penelope asked and the woman bobbed her head again. “It started a long time ago when your great-great-grandfather was in love with a werewolf girl, Liam. They were not mates, but lovers. It was a time when werewolves and Lycans lived together in peace. Their love bloomed so greatly that everybody was jealous of how beautiful their love was and they all took them as their role models. They wanted to get married and live happily together but everything changed when the werewolf girl found her mate, as destined by the Moon Goddess."

Emiliano Romero, despite knowing much of his secret, tried for a long time to be different from the others, even his medical study of animals, he had specialized in surgery, because he felt no empathy for animals, somehow the disorder or characteristics of genetic psychopathy was implemented in the Romero. When the Romeo empire collapsed, everyone ran to save themselves, but they tried to hide her so that she would be safe, the woman who despite looking twenty years old, was a beauty of forty. II After the week of rest and all the chaos that the unnecessary rescue of David had brought to the team, Emiliano Romero wanted to return to Argentina to see how his sister was, since for some unexpec

"You have a fire in your soul, Celess. A passion for life that I find... intoxicating. I wanted to share that with you." Celess felt her heart racing in her chest. She had always been drawn to danger, but this was different. This was the ultimate forbidden romance, and she didn't know if she was ready for it. But as she looked into Steve's dark eyes, she felt a sense of calm wash over her. She didn't know what the future held, but she knew that she wanted to spend it with him. Without a word, she stepped forward and wrapped her arms around Steve's neck, pressing her lips to his in a fierce, passionate kiss. As they kissed, she felt like she was finally home.

She asked when I released my grip on her neck. "You're a despicable person, Katrina. You ruined my life by turning me into a vampire and killing Sofia. Now you're back again. Why can't you leave me alone?" I growled at her, my fist clenched. I fell in love with Sofia when I was still a human, but Katrina killed her and turned me into a vampire. Since that day, I have been trying to kill her, but she is stronger than me. After Sofia, I never felt a connection with another woman until I met you. You brought me back to life. Your presence brought me joy, and I never expected to love someone again.

“I’m sorry, Felicity... It’s my fault. I didn’t catch it in time. I should’ve stopped it sooner...” At that moment, the only thing holding me together, the solid ground beneath me, crumbled away, and I sank, drowning in the aftermath of it all. Darcy almost killed me, and she had killed my grandmother. And Felix, too, was to blame. He was as much of a killer as anyone else. I spoke through gritted teeth, my voice raw with anguish, “Felix, I hate you. I wish I’d never met you.”

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.

“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

She looked up at me through lowered lashes, her expression unreadable. “You said you aren’t here for sex.” “I meant every word.” “Good.” She took another step forward, close enough that I could feel her breath against my jaw. Her hand rested against my chest, right above my heart, and it thundered beneath her palm. “You know what your problem is, Damien?” I shook my head weakly after she asked. “You’ve always mistaken desire for love.” Her fingers curled around my shirt, pulling me closer and bridging every gap between us.

Then Serena stepped closer, her hand wrapping around his halfhard cock, stroking him slowly, deliberately. “You’re still hard,” she whispered, her voice husky and teasing. “You say you hate me, but your cock doesn’t lie.” Damien’s eyes darkened with raw hunger. He grabbed her by the throat, pulling her into a brutal kiss, tasting both of them on her tongue. Without breaking the kiss, he lifted her again like she weighed nothing and carried her toward the large couch in the living room. He threw her down on her back, spread her legs wide, and buried his face between her thighs once more. His tongue licked long, filthy stripes up her cum filled pussy, sucking his own seed out of her while push