Murder Romance Books Novels & Stories

He even raised a corgi, a dream of mine, and surrounded himself with plushies, just as I had wished. He went further, staging a grand wedding, a fantasy of mine, and introducing me to his family and friends. It was as if he'd known my deepest desires all along, only to deny them. George burst into the hall halfway through the wedding. "You and your lover killed Holly! How dare you throw a wedding with Holly now? This is appalling. "I've killed Marie. You need to pay the price as her accomplice! If the law cannot bring you to justice, I will do it for Holly!"

“Why is it so dark? Please, turn on the lights, Anth.” I hesitated before pressing the soft buttons of the light switch and then the room brightened up. I heard her gasp first before my eyes took in the rose petals and unlit candles on the floor and on various pieces of furniture in the living room. My eyes scanned the room and spotted more rose petals, even the ones leading to the bedroom. The romantic setting of the place made my nervousness spike higher than before. “Did you do this?” I pushed every ounce of nervousness from my body and approached her then wrapped my arms around her shoulder. I placed my face against hers then kissed her cheek, feeling the softness of her skin and inhalin

She stood tall, spinning an axe firmly in one hand with blood splatters decorating her white dress. ‎ ‎We stared at her for five minutes straight before my voice seemed to find itself. "Are you the one who murdered them?" ‎ ‎"Murderer?" The lady's voice was bold, silky and heavy. "Honey, please, I'm an artist." ‎ ‎"So, you did." ‎ ‎The lift of her reddened lips answered me. ‎ ‎"What's your name, ma'am?" ‎ ‎The lady ignored us and paid attention to her wrist. Then she stretched. "Remember me as an artist who needs no name and introduction."

Most of them were what I expected—books on strategy, history, a few on Italian mafia politics. And then, tucked on the bottom shelf, almost hidden— "You weren't kidding about these?" I pulled one out, raising an eyebrow. "Really?" "Put that back." "The Duke's Dangerous Desire," I read aloud, grinning. "A Rake's Redemption. The Highlander's Captive Bride—" "Jameson." Her voice was sharp, but I could hear the embarrassment underneath. "Put them back." "I'm not judging," I said, turning to face her. "I'm just surprised. You kill people for a living, but you read romance novels?"

I stared at the book written in Bold black and white font with the title: A New Pet for the Mafia King By Author Liy Lah. I frowned, my fingers tracing over the letters as my mind turned over the words. Why the hell did Damien have this? Of all the books and genres to have, this was the last I expected to find in his meticulously arranged library. A mafia romance? Really? I flipped it open, scanning the first few quotes lines beginning each chapter. "She was nothing but a lost soul when he found her. Her caged soul was too desperate for freedom but too tangled in the chains he had placed around her.

Luca sighed sharply, as if the air had been knocked out of him. He lifted her in his arms with a determined motion and carried her to the bed. The rain beat against the roof, and between them could be heard only the silent, broken breaths of longing. Elena unbuttoned his shirt, touching his skin with trembling eagerness. Every scar on his chest told a story. Every sigh of hers was an unspoken story. Luca looked at her long, as if wanting to imprint her completely in his memory—then lowered his mouth to her collarbone, kissing her slowly, patiently. Elena moaned softly, feeling her heart pounding in every inch of her skin.

Jake tagged along like a shadow, giving a small smile to the agents that walked past. "Agent Brown, Agent Spencer." Supervisory Special Agent Harroway dropped a large file on the table that took half the room. "We have a murder case on our hands." "So much for drinking," Jake murmured, bringing a smile to Charlie's lips. "The crime took place at eight p.m two days ago and it's got Cosa Nostra all over it." "Oh, not again," Charlie groaned. Organized crimes never seemed to decrease. Instead, they grew larger in number each day. Despite the risks, they still went on committing crimes while involving in such diabolical crimes giving the squad a non-stop headache.

Hello readers, thank you for following the story so far. The plot is about to take a dark and intense turn. I made an effort to incorporate the elements of a dark romance, danger, suspense, and maybe a bit of romance. Keep in mind that the title of this book is “TAINTED LOVE” (A Dark Mafia Romance). What is the first thing that comes to your mind? If you believed the book was dark in the previous chapters, well, it has just intensified. LOL.

It was just the shadow of an animal or something. Walking to the cherry bookcases, she allowed her fingers to trace over all the beautiful book covers, surprised at the wide range of genres on display--mysteries, classics, even a romance or two. Her lips quirked up at that. She did not see Nicolai as a romance reader. Plucking one of these romances off the shelf, she retired to the incredibly comfy looking double armchair in front of the fire, intending to read for a few minutes before Nickolai got there and they could explore the promised bath together.

Nothing would ever be normal again. I sat on the edge of the bed and put my head in my hands. Three days. I had three days before I married a man who hated me. Who thought I was a murderer. Who would spend the rest of our lives making sure I knew exactly how unwanted I was. This was going to be hell. But I'd made my choice. I was staying. I was going to find out who killed Rafael and prove to everyone, including Dante, that I had nothing to do with it.