Novel & Cerita Book Crime And Punishment By Fyodor Dostoevsky

Slowly he rubs a finger on my face, and I flinch. “I’m not going to hurt you right now. I am going to make you pay, slowly, and your boyfriend? He is going to pay for your crimes”, Pavlov says, and I shake my head. “Please leave Elliot out of this”, I say, and he shakes his head, grabbing my wrist and pulling me closer to him over the table.

he declared. I stopped walking… and breathing. “How? I didn’t even give you the tittle of my story…” “A criminal novel, “Inside the Devil’s Mind”, by Anako… Not too creative nickname. Guessing on your reaction I was right, it is your story.” He got closer to me and looked straight into my eyes. “I like the main character, that Troy… You could say we have few things in common,” he used his usual, devilish smirk. I took a deep breath and tried to remain calm but it was impossible, my face was already turning red.

Listening to their footsteps fade away, I felt like breaking down completely. I was the one who'd been switched at birth and abused for 18 years. I was the one related to them by blood. But just because I didn't want to live under the same roof as my abuser's son, my own biological family had been deceiving and punishing me for years. Now they'd left me hanging outside a rooftop, leaving me terrified I might fall. I couldn't accept this. I couldn't accept having brain cancer. I couldn't accept dying under my own family's punishment.

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“Fyodor’s not a totally uncommon name, but I did some digging, and I was able to connect it to a guy called Raskolnikov, who dropped off the map in Russia about a month before Fyodor started moving over here.” “Raskolnikov?” I blink a few times. “It’s a fucking Crime and Punishment reference?” Henry shrugs. “The last thing we needed was a psychopath with an education.” I stare into my coffee, trying to put the pieces together. They won’t click. “Is that all?” “Here’s Raskolnikov’s record.” Henry slides a file clearly labeled “Interpol” across the table to me. “Basically the same shit. He hits hard and fast, leaves little trace. Nasty sonofabitch.”

This man is sending me on a suicide mission and he knows it. That's utterly impossible. “It's exactly what you're thinking Adrian. Get the job done.” He states, not a single emotion crossing his face. “This is the same thing as asking me to kill myself. Nobody can get to this man.” I've heard rumors about him. Nikolai Rostov. The most ruthless man in the whole of Russia. Каратель ( The punisher ) That’s what they call him and I know that he shouldn’t be dwelt with.

I left Aaron for the meantime on the part where the fountain pens are to go to the novel section. Since I saw Sophie Lark's Brutal Prince on TikTok's recommendation, people who have read this say that it has a strong female lead. I enjoy books of that genre, therefore I may be interested in reading it. I looked at the shelves. I also picked up a book and read the synopsis on the back when Aaron came to me here. "You like reading books?" he asked. I turned my eyes on him, "Uh, sometimes. If I'm interested in the plot," I answered.

I immediately clamped my hand over my mouth, terrified of making even the slightest sound. Inside the private suite, Zann Lima was dressed in a black bespoke suit, perfectly tailored to accentuate his tall, slender frame. He looked nothing like the listless figure who had been confined to a wheelchair. A cigar rested between his fingers as he lounged casually against the sofa, bantering with his men while emanating the commanding presence of a mafia boss. “Don, you’ve kept up the act for a whole year now. Neve Steele has worked down to the bone to pay for your treatments. She barely looks human anymore. This should be enough of a punishment, shouldn’t it?”

He is kind and humorous, and when he speaks of being president one day, I believe him. “Governor Smith, how are you?” My husband greets him with the same excitement and extends his hand. This is how this world is, crime and capital go hand in hand. There is no definitive line between those who create laws and those who break them. There is only recognition and understanding of power. I used to have power once. “And Mrs. Cattaneo, how are you?” I extend my arm like a robot, and pretend to be delighted when he kisses my hand.

The teacher scolds us both, but all I can hear and see is his smile. He fixed me, he’s my serotonin, my very own drug. My feeling for him feels illegal, but he’ll still be my favorite crime. “Mr. Alex Sheperd and Mr. Conan Gray, this is not the time for chit chatting, now answer my question or you’ll meet the principal. “ We faced each other with a smile on our faces. We grabbed our bags and willingly took our punishment. This shocked our professor as he stopped talking until we left the room. We didn’t answer his question, it’s not like we could answer it anyway.