Novel & Cerita Serial Killer Romance

His darting eyes scanning her exposed skin like a predator ready to hunt. "I am here to help you as your therapist." Those caring mercury eyes looking for a single ray of hope. "Then help me to smudge your scarlet lips all over my C****" * Slow burn * Erotic * Dark romance * Mafia romance A story of lust, love, betrayal, and loyalty. Read the book in next chapter.

I will soon leave this apartment too. “It's no longer a joke what's happening to us, it's like there's a curse? Five of our classmates have died in just two and a half months. I don’t know if I’m going to believe Clark that there is a killer or it’s just a coincidence that someone from our class is dying,” he uttered. I sighed. “It is just a coincidence, Ace. And one thing, who might be the killer? Who has the intention to kill?” “You," he answered quickly

He approached me to get a closer and clearer view of my shirt, prolly his eyes were deceiving him. "Hold on Serena...blood stains? Where did you get these blood stains from? Tell me, who did you kill this time? "Uhmm... Matteo, I'm pretty tired and I need to take a nice shower and get some rest" " Don't you dare walk out on me when I'm talking. Serena, I asked you a question. How did you get your shirt stained with blood? Who did you kill? "Matteo, I owe you no explanations" "Did you kill him? The Dario guy?

I, however, dismissed this, and we all continued to have a cool evening at the beach shack dinner joint. Ken is a twenty-five-year-old white male, tallish and pale, with cropped curly sandy hair. His eyes are blue as planet earth viewed from space, and he is devilishly naughty when he smiles. He loves to kitesurf, dive, adventure, gym and is a sculpted, handsome man. He is big and a beast of sorts. Not my type, at all. He sleeps with whomever, whenever and is known to claim he can have whomever he wants. Recently, he left a beautiful and talented graphic designer whom he swears was the one, as her mother was a right pain in the ass. We are classmates, and from the moment he touched me as the

Katrina’s sister’s killer turned out to be Philips. Philips was Cassie’s boyfriend before she had an arranged marriage with Aaron. It turned out that her sister had still been in touch with him even after getting married to Aaron. And Philips, enraged that Cassie had married another man, planned her murder and carried it out during one of the nights Cassie had sneaked out to meet him. Philips confessed all that, after being arrested, while in police custody. And those phone call conversations Katrina had overheard Aaron having about her sister were actually with the investigators.

The blood had pooled around his body. I looked down at the case notes to learn more about who this man was. ALFONZE MICHAEL. 19 years old. Shot outside of Hunter’s Lane. Known to have a crack addiction. Deceased. The second picture was of a white woman with platinum blonde hair, porcelain colored skin and bright blue eyes. She was wearing a salmon pink maxi length dress, and she had also been killed. Her picture was also taken at the crime scene, and yet again, there was no evidence left behind…

“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.”

I had just survived a deadly encounter with Liam’s fans and god knows what else is waiting for me next, but I do know a wedding with a strange man isn’t in my calendar. “Let me go, I do not know you, and you do not know me—” “You are Kerri Coleman, but after your divorce, you dropped that last name, but it still haunts you wherever you go... so why not change it to Frantz?” He was not smiling, not even moving. His steady gaze held mine, like a predator watching its prey struggle. But I refuse to get tied down to another loveless marriage. From the villainous coldness in his voice, I know that he was not offering kindness, he was offering a deal.

With a final, deep plunge, he came, groaning against her skin as hot ropes of cum flooded her pussy, spilling deep into her core. Lena shattered around him, her orgasm ripping through her in shuddering waves, milking every drop from him. They lay tangled together, breaths mingling, the aftershocks still pulsing between them. Jason's cock softened inside her, but the heat lingered, promising more forbidden nights ahead because once you've tasted the devil's kiss, nothing else will quench your thirst.

“I'm old enough to know what I want and quit letting people decide how I get to live my life, Ruben. If you are not happy with that, then leave.” The words hurt more than I meant it. Pushing him aside, I headed for the door. “Don is dead.” I felt my blood freeze. “What did you just say?” “Don Columbus was murdered last night.” He explained. “And miss Dunes is the prime suspect.” My head snapped towards him. “What bullshit!” “There were traces of her found at the crime scene and she is nowhere to be found.” “Serafina was with me the whole night!” I defended.