Best Crime Thriller Books Novels & Stories

Avery and Gio were in their bedroom. I made myself a cup of coffee, locking myself inside the library and searching for a book that would satisfy my craving. I came across a novel titled 'The Black Dahlia' by James Ellroy. The title was quite interesting, so I grabbed the book and sat on one of the armchairs, making myself comfortable and beginning to read. The story was intense. I was sucked into it. i was so invested in the crime fiction book that I almost missed the sound of a knock coming from the door. I used my pen to keep track of the page number, before looking up to see who the hell interrupted my moment with the book.

she stated. ​"Former boss." ​She frowned, stepping closer. "What does that mean?" ​He looked out toward the rain-soaked city stretching into the bleak darkness. "It means," he said quietly, "they're hunting both of us now." ​Far above them, hidden precariously on the slick rooftop of the warehouse, a dark shadow lowered the barrel of a suppressed rifle. The crosshairs settled squarely on Damien's back, and a gloved finger tightened slowly against the trigger.

But instead of producing the same drugs, Dakota’s strategy was to lessen the supply of the old drugs and produce new ones for the people who might prefer the new ones—and with this strategy, Dead Soul had always remained as the best gang for having the most powerful gangsters and most clients. Dakota stared out the window out of boredom since the place was still quite far. There was a coffee shop that looked familiar from afar as they got closer to it. It looked like a place that she had been to before—and she got her answer when she happened to find the particular person that she was trying hard to not think too much about for the past days in the coffee shop. “Stop the car for a sec,” she

Now, she was here, playing the part of his sophisticated, alluring arm candy, all while plotting his family’s downfall. So far, so good. She just needed to find his office, or any little thing that could bring these mobsters down. Even if it meant taking down her own family in the process. She was past caring. She didn’t trust the FBI. Not really. Her life was in their hands, but it felt more like a leash than protection. They’d given her a deal, not a choice: work for them. But h brothers safety was her true motivation. For the past five years, he’d been safe, hidden away with their father’s twin sister in Russia, learning the family business, waiting for the day they’d strike back.

He moves so fast I cannot even remember the faces of people I speak to. “Please,” I ask him “Slow down.” My feet ache and my muscles are sore. I have long since dropped the flowers on some random table, hoping silently they would burn and take the building and everyone in it. My fingers grasp onto a glass and I gulp down water quickly, my throat parched from flimsy small talk. The wedding will be in the papers. I can see the headline now- Two Crime Families Put Aside Differences; I knew the papers would sell quickly. Crime sold. I would know. My name had been in the papers since the day I was born thanks to my father. New York would tremble underneath me if I wanted it to. I dripped in cashm

Fucker. I open my laptop and open my emails. I read the reports sent to me and I honestly just want to throw this piece of shit out of the jet, how can people be so stupid and unorganized? “Where are the reports from last month?”, I ask Elliot and he sends them straight away to my email and I feel a headache forming, Great. “Who?”, I ask and Elliot smiles, the fucker knows who’s been stealing from me, Good, because I am in the right mood to put a bullet in someone's head anyway.

Books by John Grisham, Sidney Sheldon, Colleen Hoover, James Patterson and Ted Dekker. Jamaal Amir Haidar reads novels, crime most especially. I'm even shocked to see he reads Colleen Hoover's books too. I picked one of the books and began to smell the fresh scent of newly printed books. The door opened suddenly, Jamaal stepped in with little Ahmad in his arms. The little boy had his hands wrapped around his brother's neck. I stared at Jamaal in shock, seeing Jamaal holding his younger brother, trying to lure him to sleep shocked me.

Ó Celia thought as she holstered her gun and pulled her phone. Riley answered on the third ring. Mr. Smooth. She could imagine him looking at the phone and seeing her name but waiting to respond as if he hadnÕt been anticipating it. He very well should be. The man had moved her things out of her home and into his without asking her. ÒItÕs a crime to break into someone elseÕs home and remove their things. ItÕs called theft.Ó ÒProve it, detective, now where are you? SunÕs going down, and these steaks arenÕt going to keep.Ó

He felt safe and secure when he was reading, studying, and holed up in a small place where he could study and think. He is used to this, not a tracking-down-criminal kind of guy. He sat in the dark, listening to his. Ka- shhh, ka- shhh, ka-. Every moment or two he considered standing up and walking out of the room. Everyone wants from him to leave it to the pro from unit 9. But there was something about the crime that offended him. Why will they be after books that are kept out of the world for hundreds of years ago, even thousand? It seemed that it is not even the outsiders that are after it, but people who knew how and when to come for these books. The officers will definitely be working i

Crime? In his case crime really did pay it would seem. Everything about him screamed money. It was so different to me. He was so different to me and maybe that’s why I was so attracted to him. Not for his money but because like he had said he was so darkly dangerous. Even dressed casually like he was, it poured off of him in waves.