Serial Killer

They took too much. Left too little. I had nothing to lose...until him. \\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\\* ~Lana~ I didn't expect him. I didn't want to fall in love. But I can't let him go. Logan Bennett makes the world a safer place. He's brilliant. He's a hero. He locks away the sick and depraved. But while he's saving lives, I'm taking them. Collecting the debts that are owed to me. Ten years ago, they took from me. They left me for dead. They should have made sure I stayed dead. Now I'm taking from them. One name at a time. I've trained for too long. I've been patient. I can't stop now. Revenge is best served cold... They never see me coming, until I paint their walls red. Logan doesn't know how they hurt me. He doesn't know about the screams they ignored. He doesn't know how twisted that town really is. He just knows people are dying. He doesn't know he's in love with their killer. No one suspects a dead girl. And Logan doesn't suspect the girl in his bed. They're looking for a monster. Not a girl who loves red. Not a girl in love. I'm a faceless nightmare. At least until I tell them the story they've pretended never happened. But in the end, will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? \\Graphic \\Adult language \\Some triggers could be too much for the easily disturbed reader \\Sexual content \\Fucked up moral compass; read at your own risk.

They always want to break me, but I'm too strong now. Untouchable. Or at least I was...until her. \\\\ LOGAN I've had tunnel vision for one main goal for so long, that I forgot there was a whole other world just outside. Until Lana. She's everything I never expected, and I love the fact I can never guess her every move or reaction. It's part of the reason I keep falling. But I also know she shuts me out, hides things from me she feels she can't share. One day, I hope she trusts me enough to share. It isn't until my job puts her at risk that I realize just how fierce she is, but it doesn't stop me from doing all I can to protect her. I should walk away to protect her better, but I can't. Instead, I'm forced to find other ways to keep her safe. I just hope it's enough. Though she is fierce, she's still fragile... Right?

Hush, little baby, don't say a word... Will Logan choose them? Or will we watch them burn together? It's time to fuck with their minds. It's time to finish it all. It's time to paint it all red... Monsters don't usually wish for happily-ever-afters.

To kill a monster, you have to be twice as monstrous. To love a monster, you have to share your soul... Logan Bennett makes me want to have a future not tainted by the constant hunger for revenge. Doesn't mean I can stop. Doesn't mean I want to stop. It just means I want more...one day. But how do you make a good man love the monster inside you without stripping his soul away as well? He is all the best parts of me right now, resurrecting bits of my heart I forgot could even exist. He makes me feel something other than cold. He also thinks I'm weak and fragile. Something I laugh about to myself, while secretly soaking in all his protectiveness and concern. If anyone touches him, harms him, or even threatens him, then they should probably run. Because his girlfriend is a little bit crazy. They just don't know it yet.

To understand the monsters in the world, you have to get inside their heads. It's a dangerous place to be, especially when you start to empathize and lose your own sense of morality. But that's never happened to me... I've never felt conflicted on any case. Right is right and wrong is wrong. It's simple. Black and white. There's no such thing as a gray area. But fuck this case. I don't even know what side I'm on anymore. I don't understand how this town can continue to function without breaking under the weight of all the lies they've spun and lived. Every time I find a shard of truth, my gut twists, my heart beats faster, and I hate this place a little more. Every time I think I've heard the worst, another truth is dug up from the ashes of more burning lies. Worst of all, I don't even know who to trust anymore. My head is all messed up. I pride myself on being impossible to fool. I'm an expert at knowing when someone is lying to me. I never believed in being blinded by love...until Lana. \\BE WARNED: Some flashbacks can get intense to readers with a sensitive trigger. Skip the blocks in italics if that's the case.

WARNING: This book contains subject matter that may be sensitive for some readers. There is dark and triggering content between these pages. 18+ only. Please read responsibly. When Cora attends her sister’s birthday party, she expects at most a hangover or a walk of shame. She doesn’t anticipate a stolen wallet, leaving her stranded and dependent on Dean—her arch nemesis and ultimate thorn in her side. And she really doesn’t anticipate waking up in shackles in a madman’s basement. To make matters worse, Dean shares the space in his own set of chains. After fifteen years of teasing, insults, and practical jokes, the ultimate joke seems to be on them. The two people who always thought they’d end up killing each other must now work together if they want to survive. But Cora and Dean have no idea their abductor has a plan for them. A plan that will alter the course of their relationship, blur the line between hate and love, and shackle them together with far more than just chains.

"If you're so concerned about my humanity, Elena, then reach into my soul and find it, because I'm not sure I have any left." According to the FBI, I was considered a serial murderer after three kills. What do they call me after fifty-two? They call me the Silencer. One final bullet would have been all it took to stop me from taking another soul, and I would have been doing Meridian City a service by pulling that trigger. An angel crying for help stopped me, and that night, I took three lives for her. Then three turned into eight. Then eight turned into twenty. Twenty turned into twenty-one. Twenty one turned into twenty-three. Elena Young is the hero in my story, but I’m the villain in hers. And this is the kind of story where the villain gets the girl, even if it kills her. This is a dark romance novel intended for mature readers only. Please check trigger/content warnings.

He’s a devil in holy robes… and I’m trapped inside with him. KatarinaMy mother called in favors, pulled strings, and whispered prayers to get me accepted into the revered Hallow Hall Institute—a place for the lost, the broken, the damned. She told me I was lucky. Blessed. Here, the doctors would mend my fractured mind, while the priests and nuns would save my soul. They say I’m confused. That the angels and devils I see aren’t real. Just fevered delusions. But despite the holy men haunting the asylum’s halls, evil lurks in the shadows. I feel it. I see it. And then—he arrives. He is handsome. Charming. A wolf wrapped in devotion, with scripture on his lips and sin in his eyes. Within days, he has them all under his spell. But when he looks at me… I know. The devil himself has come to Hallow Hall. Massimo My life is built on blood and vengeance. I kill for money. I live for retribution. Nothing else matters. But the trail of my mother’s tortured past leads me here—to Hallow Hall. A place of whispers and suffering, where faith is a mask and monsters wear crosses. To get close to the men who need to die, I put on the robes of the righteous. And then I see her. The girl who speaks to angels and demons. The girl who sees right through me. She calls me a devil. She’s right. And I’m going to drag her into hell with me. This is a forbidden, age-gap dark mafia romance intended only for adult audiences and contains darker themes which should be read with caution.