Serial Killer Romance Novels Novels & Stories

"You want a puppet who'll nod and smile. However, now the puppet's strings are cut, and you're freaking out." Francis' expression turned icy. "I'm not freaking out." "Then why switch my meds?" I asked, a challenge. "You're terrified. Terrified that without those drugs, I'll realize I don't love…" His response was to kiss me, a fierce, angry kiss. I fought back, but he held me by the nape of my neck, deepening the kiss until the metallic taste of blood filled my mouth. He had bitten my lip. It was a kiss unlike any other in the ten years I had known him, fueled by both lust and a need to punish.

As I lay in bed, the moonlight streaming through the large windows, I would imagine Arben beside me, holding me close. The warmth of his body, the scent of his cologne, the sound of his deep voice—it all flooded my senses, igniting a yearning that felt both thrilling and terrifying. I wanted to lose myself in him, to forget the reality of my situation, but the guilt gnawed at me relentlessly. It whispered that I didn’t deserve this kind of happiness, that I should resist and fight against my emotions. A pure, innocent virgin Muslim woman… With a ruthless gangster, who operated in the mafia and destroyed lives?

She was not dead. When I saw her crimson eyes, I smelled a familiar scent on her. The scent of blood. My blood. “Elena, thank you. For exchanging your blood with mine. Your blood turned me into a vampire.” Sylvia leaned against Kael’s chest, smiling sweetly. I recalled all the years after our marriage. Every time I lay down in my coffin to sleep, my body always felt unbearably heavy. The cold disgust in Kael’s eyes confirmed my suspicion.

And somehow… That made this even more dangerous. Because this was no longer just an attraction. It felt deeper than that. More emotional. More consuming. His hand brushed gently along my thigh again but this time they didn't wonder around they went straight into my swollen pussy that was already dripping wet while his dark eyes held mine completely captive. “Sebastian” I moaned his name loudly “You like that princess,” he whispered roughly. “Yes “I moaned loudly. He kept thrusting into me hard and fast with his fingers till I reached my orgasm I cum all over his fingers and he placed his fingers on his lips and licked them.

“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.”

"The kind where three more bodies showed up overnight. All council loyalists. All killed the same way, throats torn out, that symbol carved into their shoulders." Sera sits up, clutching the sheet. "But we arrested Victoria." "Exactly." Dante's already getting dressed. "Which means either she has an accomplice we don't know about, or—" "Or she's not the only killer." They dress quickly, Sera borrowing clothes from Dante's closet. Everything's too big, but she doesn't care. They're out the door in ten minutes. The drive to the first crime scene takes them to the edge of pack territory. Yellow police tape surrounds a small cabin—one of the council's meeting houses.

It was unlocking something. The third and fourth attackers hesitated. One drew a gun. Bad move. Leo grabbed a steel bar from the window grate and hurled it like a javelin. The gunman’s chest exploded in crimson. Three down. Two to go. He turned slowly to the last man. The gauze-faced bastard stood frozen, trembling. "Who sent you?" Leo snarled. Silence. Then a mutter: “We serve the She-Wolf.” Lucrezia. Leo didn’t kill him. No, he grabbed him by the collar and slammed him down on the blood-soaked floor.

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Her fingers deftly tapped each key on the black laptop keyboard. The series of paragraphs continued to flow on the 14" laptop screen. Kanya Arundhati is currently working on her second novel after her first novel entitled A Mysterious Man, which has gained hundreds of millions of popular writing applications. That's where she earns and continues to write. Her second novel, entitled Kill Me, is still in the same genre as the first novel, the thriller genre, mystery, and mixed with romance.

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