Novel & Cerita Serial Killer Romance

The moment the door closed, she grabbed her notebook and added a new line beneath Three Knocks: Pay attention to everyone who knocks this way. Sometimes killers weren’t caught through fingerprints. Sometimes they were caught through habits. That afternoon, Christian finally walked into her office. He looked exhausted—sleeves rolled up, his usually perfect hair slightly messy. Daniella stood immediately. “You skipped breakfast,” she said softly. He smiled weakly. “I know. You’ve been working all day too.” He walked around her desk and pulled her into a gentle embrace. For a long moment, neither of them spoke. It felt nice. Normal. Almost enough to make them forget the storm raging outside the

With some people, he did in a blink of an eye and with some people he would just do it right in front of their eyes yet they wouldn't pay attention to it with the amount of alcohol they had chucked down. The rest of the time passed with Antonnio and Jasper flirting with each other and interrupted by their kisses and sneaky hands groping each other. I would be embarrassed as red to stand there and watch them all over each other. Watching them hold each other, I knew this was love. I sighed at my unfortunate fate and looked away when they both leaned forward to kiss each other after a couple stumbled their way out as they got a card of a skeleton and blood seeping out of its mouth with a brain

A second later, the lights flickered back on. Both of them blinked against the sudden brightness while rain continued crashing loudly outside the apartment windows. Damian let out a breath. “Okay. Storm. Cool. I was mentally preparing for a serial killer standing behind the shower curtain.” Quinn laughed softly, her forehead resting briefly against his shoulder. “You watch too many horror movies.” “I profile murderers for fun, Quinn. My brain isn’t healthy.” The warmth between them returned almost instantly after that. Easier now somehow. Familiar.

I lean in until our lips almost touch—"I'm going to hunt down that son of a bitch and rip his skin off while it's still warm, for whatever he did to you." She bites her lower lip, and I feel her pulse accelerate under my fingers. "He's dead." The answer is cold. My hand doesn't loosen on her neck. Not a millimeter. The accelerated pulse under my fingers tells a different story from the calm in her eyes. "Too bad." My thumb slides along the protruding vein, feeling every accelerated beat. "I would have loved to make him suffer." She doesn't move. Doesn't blink. But the truth is there, in the way her breath falters for a second when I get closer, until our lips almost touch.

Inspector Vaan stated. The police officers have gathered around the yellow line, another unforeseen death caused by the vicious serial killer. A young woman seems like she's in her early twenty. She died with a ripped neck, perhaps the woman herself surprised. There’s no sign of heavy struggle, her death is quick and painless. “This is the tenth victim of the Cannibal, '' Detective Rae” Inspector Vaan stated. “We must solve this, otherwise the citizens will lose their faith in the police”. “Haven’t they?” Rae remarked like it’s nothing.

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I'm wearing a skimpy gown, he thrusts his finger past my pant and into my hole. "If you attempt to run again, I'll fuck you right here to paralysis." He laughs out so loud that I shudder. His finger inside me gets me fixed to the spot, I can't move, I close my eyes. I don't know why I should feel this for a great murderer, my worst enemy. He withdraws immediately, then his face which was occupied with anger changes into a tender concern. What a fuck! Does a serial killer has care in him. I fling the thought aside, is it pity I want to feel for this murderer? No, it can't be. I'd be the most foolish person on earth. "Aiden, return me back to my pack or I'll go there myself, you'd come back on

Cassian’s fingers traced my bottom lip, smearing something warm across my chin. Blood. Not mine. His voice was a low purr against my trembling mouth. “Now,” he murmured. “You’re finally mine.” The light flickered. The shadows moved. And then— That was it. Blackness consumed the room. Darkness swallowed us whole. THE END THANK YOU FOR FOLLOWING THIS SERIES TO THE VERY END. Author I*******m @agkbooks

She’s not just some killer. She’s the scalpel that governments use when they want plausible deniability and the terror the entire country fears but can't exist without." Ray looks confused. "And you’re...turned on by that?" I smirk, not denying it. "No. I’m haunted by it. Every damn night. I dream of her shadow passing over my chest, knife cold on my throat, and I wake up...smiling. Hard. Confused. Drenched." Ray stares, clearly disturbed. "Bro, you need Jesus." I laugh dryly, "He hasn’t returned my calls." A pause. The rain taps against the windows. There's a brief pause as Ray stares at me. "What do you think this is, Killian? Some twisted Romeo-Juliet espionage fantasy? I chuckle. "I thi

His vocals alone could make her nipples stand and her throat, begging her to swallow hard and gush over him, but then he was a serial killer, a Mafia Boss, the scarred face Don who had more blood on his hands than any known criminal. Did she overlook that part of him and let him make love to her? She wouldn’t deny that she wanted it as well, she didn’t show any form of resistance last night, was she really falling for him? She blushed under the blanket and tried her best to bury her face on the bed without suffocating, she didn’t even want to open her eyes to the possibility that he was staring at her, she would never be able to look him in the eyes now