Romantic Assassination: A Gay Romantic Suspense Short Story

By Connor Whiteley

An Assassin. A Deadly Woman. A Gay Romance In-waiting.

Assassin Richard Birch stalks a hospital corridor. He hunts a deadly woman. Richard changes a life forever.

More than death depends on Richard.

A compelling, addictive romantic suspense story about love, future and revenge.

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Also available in Criminally Good Stories Volume 5.

• Language: English
• Publisher: CGD Publishing
• Release date: Apr 7, 2023
• ISBN: 9798215003268

Connor Whiteley

Hello, I'm Connor Whiteley, I am an 18-year-old who loves to write creatively, and I wrote my Brownsea trilogy when I was 14 years old after I went to Brownsea Island on a scout camp. At the camp, I started to think about how all the broken tiles and pottery got there and somehow a trilogy got created.Moreover, I love writing fantasy and sci-fi novels because you’re only limited by your imagination.In addition, I'm was an Explorer Scout and I love camping, sailing and other outdoor activities as well as cooking.Furthermore, I do quite a bit of charity work as well. For example: in early 2018 I was a part of a youth panel which was involved in creating a report with research to try and get government funding for organised youth groups and through this panel. I was invited to Prince Charles’ 70th birthday party and how some of us got in the royal photograph.Finally, I am going to university and I hope to get my doctorate in clinical psychology in a few years.

Book preview

ROMANTIC ASSASINATION

As I, Richard Birch, started to slowly walk down the long sterile white hospital corridor of Kent General Hospital (a pathetically creative name for a hospital) with little wooden fire doors lining the corridor with small and large hospital rooms shooting off from them, I had to admit that I do love a good killing.

There were tons of people walking up and down the corridor. The vast majority of them were young families, adult children and even the odd elderly person as they went to visit friends and family members in hospital. I really hoped whoever they were going to visit would be okay.

I might kill bad people but I am far from a monster.

There was a particularly hot man and woman wearing matching Easter jumpers, blue jeans and blue trainers walking down the corridor hand in hand. They were cute but it was just a shame that they were straight.

The little hospital lights in the sterile white ceiling flickered a little, then popped, banged and vibrated so some of the lights were off with a few seconds before new