Serial Killer Romance Novels & Stories

She melted at my kiss like she always did. “Ew!” Killian said from over my shoulder. “Kissing Mommy gross.” “Really?” I asked. “I love Mommy’s kisses. Almost as much as I love Mommy.” Penelope has a new romantasy series coming out under the pen name Penelope Barsetti. I was fifteen when the Death King came for us.

The hacker would come for him. Mark would disappear into a black bag, and I would never have to look at his face again. It was tempting. It was so incredibly tempting to let a monster eat a monster. But then, my hand froze. No, I thought, pulling my hand back from the keyboard. He is my prey and my prey alone. If Adrian kills him, it would be quick and would be messy. Mark would die thinking he was just unlucky, a victim of a bad deal. He wouldn't know it was me. He wouldn't know that Elara Vance had come back from the dead to strip him of everything he loved.

"I need you to repeat that," I say. Serena Cole repeats it without hesitation, the practiced patience of a journalist who has delivered unwelcome information before and learned to do it without apology. A follow up piece. My name. Forty eight hours. "What specifically does the piece say about me?" I ask. "It positions you as a woman who contacted a man with a history of alleged violence against women in order to orchestrate the collapse of his marriage," she says. "It suggests the motivation was retaliatory rather than genuine concern for his wife."

He tilted her face up to his. "You want to know what you're asking for?" His voice was low, controlled, but she could feel the tension in his fingers."I killed two men tonight. I'll kill more tomorrow. People are going to come looking for me. And if they find you—" He stopped. Swallowed."I don't get to keep things. Every time I've.." She cut him off. Her lips brushed the corner of his mouth—not a kiss, exactly. A question. "I'm not a thing," she whispered.

I was forced back again and again. "Die!" Silvia shouted. I heard the sharp whistle of a blade cutting through the air. I opened my eyes to see that Silvia had been flung straight into Derrick's coffin, while Ximena stood nearby, her face twisted with fury. "You dared drag me into an illusion and nearly got my husband killed by a backstabber." Without wasting a second, she lashed out, her sharp nails slicing through Silvia and killing her instantly, then stripped off her own wedding dress and forced it onto Silvia's corpse before carving a few words into the body.

Killian bent closer to his frame a little more as if wanting to tell him a secret. "Especialmente su hermosa esposa," he whispered darkly. Garreth's eyes flew open. He glared hard at his tormenter but Killian only smirked. Smirk which meant end. He pulled the trigger without a delay. A sharp sound echoed in the basement giving way to a grim silence. Thick blood splotched the walls and the room resonated with a thud. The bullet had pierced his forehead. (Especially your beautiful wife)

I can easily hide secrets from anyone in this world, but not this guy here. "We couldn't stay away from each other for almost 20 years, so you have no place to run to. What was your reason for killing those werwolves. It should be a tangible reason because we aren't ready to go to war yet, so we can't go on killing their members for nothing." He said, his voice barely above whispers as he drew his lips close to my face. "I didn't kill them for nothing. Those assholes were rapists!" My hands balled into fists, and my face felt hot with rage. I took a deep breath, trying to calm the storm brewing inside me as those words burst out of my mouth.

Before I could say Anything, Adrianna charged forward with the question that I'm sure had been on her mind. "Why did they send you to rape me" "To see if you were special to the Italian Mafia Don. I'm sure they've gotten their answer by now" She stepped back and delivered a roundhouse kick to him. I found myself getting turned on all the more. She grabbed him by his hair. I understood that she wanted to be the one to kill him. She grabbed a pistol and shoved it down his throat. The action made my heart beat faster. I could see his eyes widen while she let out a deadly smirk.

Besides him only a few knew about this bond to begin with. “What is it?” Alastor asked him gruffly, annoyed from having to leave his sleeping mate’s side that had passed out from the mind blowing sex that the two had. Making love to her had been different and magical just as he had heard it would have been with one’s mate but he knew that it wasn’t solely because of that reason It was because it was Vevina that he had enjoyed every second of it. Before he had been forced to leave his bed he had found that no matter how she had acted while she was awake the scary killer had loved to cuddle and with her legs tangled along his he had almost decided against coming down to meet Jax.

“Yeah, I’ll let them know we will be here until the stolen property is returned and to set up camp for the Berserkers.” “You and your team are more than welcome in our guest house.” “We are comfortable in our current accommodations. Thank you for the offer, though.” I left the room, and he followed, grabbing my good hand. I turned to face him, “Yes.” “Would you have dinner with me?” “Like a date?” I asked, confused. “Yes.” “It is not allowed. You are our client.” I stated and added, “Don’t werewolves have mates?” “They do, but some choose their own. I like you a lot, Nerine. You could do a lot of good here.”