Berlin Noir Novels & Stories

She didn’t let the screen dictate. Merging onto the Autobahn, the bus gathered speed. German signs lined the way, lanes smoothed out. On the horizon, as if the city already revealed its outline, tall cranes and distant towers appeared. Berlin wasn’t waiting with a carnival, but with work—Aria thought, and strangely, it calmed her. “Tell me something about Berlin,” Kai asked, knowing Aria carried maps in her head—not only of streets but of moods.

He’ll be disappointed to know this bird’s feathers are made of steel. The drive is long and tediously filled with uncomfortable silence, but I become more alert as we enter Berlin. I appreciate the security the car’s tinted windows provide but the fact we’re able to move through the streets with such ease is a fact I find more alarming than comforting. The view from the backseat is a disturbing one, to say the least. The streets look desolate, and every building is covered in graffiti; the cries of the people etched onto stone begging for their freedom. It looks like the land of a lost civilization barely holding on. This is no way to live.

On the new route, I saw him coming towards me, giving him exactly what he wanted but I had to lure him to my trap in order to catch him. I unlocked my door and jumped just as the other car came into contact with mine and so did the latter. "I knew it!" I spat as I stood to my feet. He brought himself just right to my feet. The street was deserted. Trash cans were filled to the brim to the extent of vomiting out their contents. The buildings were old, rusty and disheveled, clothes hanging out from a few of the balconies. It smelt rancid due to the rotting garbage. A smell of burning cooking oil invaded my poor nostrils, making me nauseous. The stench of the LAPD offices was far much better. I

She need to find a strategy to take Berlin out of the way just to get to Lord Lorenzo as Berlin is the only problem she was having at that moment and so she just had to pretend to follow his ways till she accomplish her missions and kill him once and for all or else she'll have to regret her actions later because the Berlin everybody knows was one large mouthed man and would not take a minute to give a second thought before letting Lord Lorenzo know about the pregnancy which is going to be a disaster to her and might get her killed in the process. She opened the door and there stood Berlin shining his brown teeth. She sighed and opened the door widely for him to enter. "You are here?" She sa

Berlin wasn’t ready. Not for the blacked-out SUVs snaking through Kreuzberg’s midnight haze. Not for the Morelli and Sanchiano men sliding like shadows between alleyways and rooftops. And certainly not for the wrath of Talana Fabrizio, eyes sharp with vengeance, clad in black leather and silence.

Blood didn’t always spill with knives or guns. Sometimes, it spilled in boardrooms. Sometimes, it spilled in signatures. Sometimes, it spilled in the quiet moment when a man realized his name had been stolen long before his future ever began. Berlin woke slowly that morning, unaware that a war tied to one of the world’s most powerful bloodlines was about to ignite in its streets. Aria stood by the hotel window, staring down at the city below. Cars moved like orderly ants. People laughed. Life continued.

he said without turning. "Just wondering when you became such a Boy Scout." The corner of his mouth lifted. "Someone's got to keep you out of trouble." I moved to join him by the fire, our knees brushing. Outside, the wind screamed. Inside, the silence between us stretched taut. Jeff broke first. "That night in Berlin—" A floorboard creaked in the hallway. We froze. The shadow under the door shifted. Then—a soft, deliberate knock. Nolan's voice, muffled but clear:

Jane's POV The glamour of the billionaire empire was completely incinerated, buried somewhere at the bottom of the Spree River alongside our identities. We ended up in Wedding, a gritty, grey district in northern Berlin, hiding inside a dingy, cockroach-infested safehouse that Benjamin had established years ago under a dead man’s alias. The wallpaper was peeling in damp, yellowing strips, and the single overhead bulb hummed with an irritating buzz. The room smelled of old grease, radiator steam, and the unmistakable tang of dried blood.

The nature paintings placed around the wall made someone feel at home, and the zebra design on the floor-length window only added to the comfort. The room was good... He let out a deep breath and began checking the room for any hidden cameras. He had great distrust of Ace. Who knew if the man had planned cameras in the room to watch everyone of Brewster's moves? Wouldn't that be too perverted? He checked the curtains, the vents, under the bed, behind the paintings... everywhere Ace might hide a camera. Then, he returned to the bedroom. His eyes twitched when he saw Brewster lying on the bed. Asleep.