Novels by The Crime Girlie

Amelia's POVThe biggest one, a real meathead with knuckles that dragged on the ground, grabbed me from behind. His arm was like a steel bar across my chest, squeezing the air right out of me. I let out a gasp that was more squeak than scream.“Logan!” I choked out.But Logan was already moving. He didn’t tense up like a normal person would. He just… shifted. It was this subtle drop of his shoulders, a quiet sigh like he was annoyed he had to take out the trash. The two other creeps lunged for him.Logan moved faster than anything I’d ever seen. He ducked under a swing that should have taken his head off, came up inside the guy’s guard and drove his fist into the dude’s ribs. I heard a sickening crack. The werewolf...yeah, no doubt now...yelped and went down hard, not getting up.The second one came at him with claws out and Logan caught his wrist, twisted it with another awful crunch and slammed his elbow into the guy’s face. He dropped like a sack of rocks.It took all of three sec

Amelia's POVI stopped dead on the sidewalk. The street was empty, just me and a flickering streetlight that was putting in about as much effort as Damian did in our marriage.“Alright, you creepy fuck!” I yelled into the dark. My voice sounded braver than I felt, which was good. “Show your fucking face! Let’s get this over with!”Nothing. Just the wind whistling through a nearby alley like it was laughing at me. The silence was somehow worse. My badass bravado evaporated, leaving behind the cold, hard truth.. I was a weak, probably-dying human girl, alone at night. My only defense was a set of divorce papers and a smart mouth. Not great against, you know, a werewolf.“Shit,” I muttered.I picked up the pace, my stupid, impractical shoes clip-clopping on the pavement like a panicked pony. Then I saw it.. a beacon of shitty hope.. a lit-up sign that said ‘The Howling Moon Pub.’ Classy. I didn’t care. It had people and light and right now, that was a five-star resort.I practically dov

Amelia's POVI stared at him, my hand pressed to my stinging cheek. Out of all the shitty things Damian had ever done, he’d never laid a hand on me…!His eyes were still that freaky wolf-amber, and they weren't sorry.. they were pissed.“You… you hit me,” I finally whispered. It was a stupid thing to say. Obviously, he’d hit me.. but my mind was just catching up.He didn’t even blink. His hand moved again so fast I didn’t see it coming. Crack..! The back of his hand connected with my other cheek, whipping my head to the side. This one was harder and I tasted blood where my teeth had cut the inside of my lip.I stumbled back, hitting the kitchen counter.He leaned in close. “And there’s more where that came from. I will beat some sense into that empty human head of yours if it’s the last thing I do.”He straightened up, his anger seeming to recede back under his skin. He picked up his glass, knocked the rest of it and slammed the glass down so hard I thought it would shatter.“Clean

Amelia's POV“Amelia?”The voice was a distant, tiny, fuzzy mosquito buzzing somewhere in the fog of my brain. I was underwater and the doctor’s words were stones sinking past me, too heavy and dark to grab onto.“Amelia, are you still with me?”Boom…! The surface broke. The sound of his voice snapped into sharp horrifying focus. My vision cleared and I was back in the stupidly cheerful room, staring at Doctor Evans.“Sorry,” I croaked. “My brain just… took a vacation for a second. What was that last part? Something about a… tourist?”“A tumor,” he corrected gently, and oh yeah, that was way worse. “I’m sorry, Amelia. The scans show a glioblastoma. It’s… it’s very aggressive. Located in a precarious spot.”I just blinked. This had to be a joke.. a really really bad one. I half-expected my stepsister Gabriella to pop out from behind the anatomical chart yelling, “Surprise, bitch!” That would be more her style.“Okay,” I said, drawing the word out. “Aggressive. Precarious. So… what’s