Sweetheart Killer Novels & Stories

This man knows very well how to make a woman happy! She pouted "really?" Wanted to hear it more.. He nodded "yes, you are.. Baby you are perfect for me.. I love you.." A beautiful smile crept on her face "I love you too.." Suddenly, a question popped up in her mind.. "What happened to that killer?" She asked.. "We almost catch him.." He didn't want to lie to her nor want to make her worried.. So, he just answered like that.. Victoria frowned "almost catch? What does that mean?" She asked in confusion..

I want to say a huge thank you to all of you for supporting me on this journey! I love you all!! We have reached the end of ‘Sweet Treachery’, and I must say that it was a rollercoaster! Enjoy!! She had a wonderful life Filled with love and light It all ended when her pack Was invaded by the Rogues She became a fugitive Lost both parents And had to pick up The broken pieces Of her life. She was taken by Devilio, Humiliated and disgraced

He never imagined that bastard would use this on Amelia! Alex frowned and looked at Amelia with distress, while his anger at Jason reached its peak. "Can it be removed?" "It's a powerful aphrodisiac, so it's very difficult to get rid of the heat in her body completely. I can only give her a soothing shot to make her feel better, but only one shot. If this shot goes down, and the efficacy of the aphrodisiac still exists, then only a man can help this young lady. Otherwise, it is very likely to damage her body and leave sequelae."

well, financially rewarding. The slight emphasis was almost imperceptible, but Estela felt confident that Michael Halsey had understood. She finally landed the killing blow. However, someone like Neils Andersen from Fierce Captain would be doomed to be a lone wolf in real life. When a woman needs a real guy, she's looking for more than someone who can "swash and clasp" in and out of bed. After her statements, the room became silent for a moment since everyone present was aware of Michael Jensen’s very precarious position, which served as a model for the male protagonists in his writings.

' Damien’s eyes darkened slightly, curiosity replacing amusement now. “No?” he repeated. “I’m not interested,” I replied. I didn’t wait for him to respond before turning to walk away, feeling their stares on my back and hearing their thoughts trail after me. 'Who is this woman?' 'We need to find out who she is.' Damien said nothing, but I could still feel his attention long after I had left. By the time I got back to my car, the divorce papers in my hand felt heavier than before. To divorce Phillip had been my initial plan and a simple way out, but that wouldn't be enough, because Phillip hadn't just betrayed me, he had killed me, and a divorce? That was just mercy and Phillip didn’t deserve

But the Beretta—the Beretta was hers. He stood. Walked to her. Cupped her blood-soaked face. Kissed her. Tasting copper. Tasting death. Tasting victory. "Perfect," he whispered. "You're perfect. My wife. My killer. My everything." She kissed him back. Not mechanically. Not empty. Present. Alive. Accepting what she was. Who she was. What she enjoyed. A weapon. A killer. A monster. And she was good at it. The cameras captured it all. The kiss. The blood. The bodies. The bride in her ruined red dress. The groom claiming her. The consolidation complete.

he said. I froze, “…I’m sorry, WHAT?" Death? Moment of my WHAT? "That’s not comforting!" I shouted. "That’s the opposite of comforting! That’s trauma! Why would you mention death like it's nothing?" His voice grew fainter, echoing around me. "Let’s just say… he’s your savior." I blinked even more confused.

I screamed. At the same time, a resounding slap rang through the air. The room fell deathly silent. "Did you… Did you just hit me?" My hand flew to my cheek as I stared at Jacob in disbelief. The man who once promised to love and cherish me forever—had just hit me. Staring at his own hand, he was momentarily stunned by his own actions. "Selene, where's your ring?" he asked, suddenly noticing something off about me. He looked frantic, as though my missing ring was his biggest concern at the moment. He was the one who killed our child, yet he now had the audacity to act like he was deeply in love with me.

She didn’t move, didn't even open her eyes. "Sweetheart?" he said quietly. "Are you dead?" She gave a muffled laugh. "Yes. You killed me." "Awesome." He kissed her, deep, slow, hot. "I hope you loved it." "Oh, God." She stared up at him now. "You know I did." "So," he said in a conversational tone. "Turns out? You can have two in a row."

Ofelia sobbed and they cried in each other's arms. I clutched my chest because I could feel how hurt Kohen was. It was so painful that I couldn't bear it. "Let me tell you a secret before you join your beloved Charlotte, Dorian. Yes, did you think I didn't know that you still secretly cherish her after all these years?" Solenn hissed, looking like a crazed person. "I am the one who killed her. My poison is what killed her and do you know who delivered it? My beloved son." Solenn said proudly but neither Kohen nor I were shocked.