Sweetheart Killer Novels & Stories

" He must have been so annoyed because he looked impassive. There was no doubt that in his head he was already planning on how to kill me. Arden Wayne Moretti. That was his name. How would I forget? He was the first man to ever touch me the way he did, and most of all, the very first man I ever stole money from. His name was carved in my head forever and even if I wanted to erase that, I couldn't.

Angelina asked worried. “No, Angel. He’s not blackmailing me or anything.” “Then do you love him?” “Of course I do. I won’t marry someone I don’t love.” She lied. She slapped herself in her mind. “What about him? Does he love you?” “Of course, he does why would he want to marry me otherwise. You saw how sweet he was.” Now she stabbed herself in her mind. “I don’t know. It all seems too suspicious to me.” Angelina said having a hard time to believe her.

He asked me coldly and it was clear the hatred he already has for me. "She is dead!" I shouted before even thinking, if he doesn't know she was Natasha, it was better for him to think she is dead. "She died when you tried to escape with her, you both had an accident and she died at the hospital. That is as far as I know." This was called killing two birds with one stone. First I told him what his father had told me, what I believed before finding out that she was Natasha Wilbur, and secondly, I wouldn't tell him about Natasha and also save myself from getting more hatred from him.

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Sandy could see that her friend was deeply in love and completely smitten. She was eager to meet the man who had captured Emily's heart and hoped he was worthy of all her attention and affection. Little did she know, it was the same man she couldn't forget. Emily was a sweetheart and a beautiful young woman. Sandy had always admired Emily's delicate, effortless beauty and sometimes wondered if guys saw her more as a soft beauty like Emily rather than as a "hot girl." But as days go by, into weeks Sandy found herself getting a bit envious of Emily or so she thought, as all Emily seemed to talk about was Ben and how he loves her.

Sweetheart, I know you don’t believe it and I feel so sorry that Killian had to drag you into this world but your precious boyfriend isn’t that precious. Did you ask how he left the army or how he got his so-called self wealth? Do you know the things he had to do? I looked at the man as I listened quietly but yet I could feel my heart pouring hard against my chest vigorously as I tried to understand whatever it was that was going on. I know….. I know Killian is a self absorbing physcopath who doesn’t dosent give a fuck about anyone but himself but he wouldn’t hurt anyone, his just hurt and full of anger and don’t even judge him by that he would hurt anyone no one and I mean it.

My back presses into the cool metal of the locker, grounding me, even as my body betrays me by leaning the smallest fraction forward. For one dangerous second, the possibility hangs between us. Kiss or kill. His hand lowers from the locker, slow, deliberate, brushing the air near mine. My fingers twitch, traitorous, wanting to close the gap. My chest is tight. My throat is dry. My mind screams one word over and over: no. But my heart, traitor that it is, whispers yes. The war inside me tears me open. I see Noah’s face. I see Jace’s. I feel the distance closing, the weight of everything crashing together, and I know if I let this happen—if I let myself want him—it’ll destroy me.

The taste of Elena flooded Samantha's mouth as she licked upward, her tongue exploring the maid's folds, salty and slick. Jake's thrusts rocked them all, his grunts mixing with Elena's muffled moans against Samantha's clit. Sweat dripped from Jake's forehead onto Samantha's thigh, cooling quickly.

He yanked everything out, pushed me onto the mattress, and, cupping my butt like a handful of sweet wine, buried his face into my orgasmic-sputtering pussy and drank hungrily, sucked fervently—somewhat angrily. And I was punished with another wave of that glorious, magnificent shattering of senses. “Hunter!” I screamed in another full blown orgasm. Juices were flowing hard, slapping about in every lick of his hot, groaning tongue. “Sweet,” he murmured against my throbbing moist, “so fucking sweet.” He kissed the raw flesh, and my convulsing body flinched in another electrifying thrill. “Why do you taste so fucking sweet?” “Mmph!” I whimpered, a need for something. “Hunter!”

“I’m so sorry, my sweetheart. Mayeli, I wish I had done better, given you all the nice treats and treated you like the princess that you are. I’m sorry I hurt you so much, my love. I feel like a mess right now because I know I’m only hurting you more. I don’t have much time, so I’ll say this. I’ll always love you, my princess and I hope we get to meet in our next life. I promise to treat you better. Please forgive Nixen, we were wrong about him the whole time. He had his own flaws too, but we mostly pushed him to it, and he’s just human. He loves you more than you know, of course, never as much as me, but I know he’ll take care of you. Please give him a chance, for you and Bryelle’s sake. I